Yeah I got that sauce I got that drip and I got that talk I got that pain on the beat when I say what I got And when I wanna let me do that more Brand new keys, for some brand new doors I don't even drive, but I drive to the cause And the cause is this and it's all for the law When a flow's this cold, you ain't gotta ask twice White boy and I still rap right How you gonna say you're rich on a Sunday You don't take cab, but you still ride bike Yeah I try live nice on a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday The rest go by I don't take first class in the jet But the girls still ask, why I look so fly? I don't take first class in thе jet Girls still ask, why I look so-? (Yo, yo) Listen, look They ain't got what I got, thеy ain't know what it took That boy can't rap, but you said that he should They used to hate on my ting, funny to me 'Cos they stuck in the hood Nowadays on twenty-four-seven I'm busy, I see the check and I get real giddy Funny to me when they called me silly Back then on my mind, all I want is a milly