[Intro]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)
[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Jucee Froot]
You ainât talkinâ âbout shit,â
niggaâ
shut up
When Iâ
walk in the room, niggas getâ
up
Only fuck witâ rich niggas, get your check up
Iâll wipe a nigga nose, donât act tough
Watch any pussy ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
Niggas sayinâ Iâm a meal then eat up
Ho, Iâm blowinâ good loud, no speaker
You ainât talkinâ âbout shit, nigga shut up
When I walk in the room, niggas get up
Only fuck witâ rich niggas, get your check up
Iâll wipe a nigga nose, donât act tough
Watch any pussy ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
Niggas sayinâ Iâm a meal then eat up
Ho, Iâm blowinâ good loud, no speaker
[Verse 1: Saucy Santana]
I donât think you really want this pressure
God forgives, I donât, I hope he bless ya (Thank you Lord)
You donât know none bitch more fresher
Talkinâ shit, gonâ put you on a stretcher
Lilâ bitch I be bringinâ the heat
You better stop playinâ with me
Santana only move for a fee
That shit you be talkinâ is cheap
Dogginâ niggas out, no fleas
Make him drop the keys to the G (Wagon)
More spendinâ, less talkinâ, capeesh?
Blow his mind, got a nigga like âSheeshâ
Green light, nigga stay on go
My whole crew âbout that extra for sure
Known to wipe a nigga nose
Santana sittinâ down ten toes
[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Jucee Froot]
You ainât talkinâ âbout shit, nigga shut up
When I walk in the room, niggas get up
Only fuck witâ rich niggas, get your check up
Iâll wipe a nigga nose, donât act tough
Watch any pussy ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
Niggas sayinâ Iâm a meal then eat up
Ho, Iâm blowinâ good loud, no speaker
You ainât talkinâ âbout shit, nigga shut up
When I walk in the room, niggas get up
Only fuck witâ rich niggas, get your check up
Iâll wipe a nigga nose, donât act tough
Watch any pussy ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
Niggas sayinâ Iâm a meal then eat up
Ho, Iâm blowinâ good loud, no speaker
[Verse 2: Jucee Froot]
Iâm talkinâ my shit and I back it up
Got the Glock for a ho, they be actinâ tough
That ass fat, say he want me to back it up
I might fuck for some racks or a bag or somethinâ
Walk up in this bitch feelinâ like Saucy
I might walk him if he try to dog me
You ainât servinâ Santana so pardon me (Santana)
Bad as fuck like God ainât a part of me (Nah)
Bitches still ride around without a medic
Ainât no time you gonâ catch me lackinâ
Hotel, told that hoe to drop an addy
Iâma get the bitch wet like my Patek
Spit fire, flow hot like dragon
Bitch, I get âbout twenty on the backend
Put wngs on the coupe, call it Batman
Ho ainât talkinâ âbout shit if she donât at me
[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Jucee Froot]
You ainât talkinâ âbout shit, nigga shut up
When I walk in the room, niggas get up
Only fuck witâ rich niggas, get your check up
Iâll wipe a nigga nose, donât act tough
Watch any pussy ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
Niggas sayinâ Iâm a meal then eat up
Ho, Iâm blowinâ good loud, no speaker
You ainât talkinâ âbout shit, nigga shut up
When I walk in the room, niggas get up
Only fuck witâ rich niggas, get your check up
Iâll wipe a nigga nose, donât act tough
Watch any pussy ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
Niggas sayinâ Iâm a meal then eat up
Ho, Iâm blowinâ good loud, no speaker