Playboi Carti - Sauce lyrics

Hey, hey hey it's time to
Make some crazy money are you ready?
Here we go pipe up, pipe up

Uh, ayy, sauce 'em up like Melo, yeah
Uh (yeah) , ayy, sauce 'em up like Melo, uh (Pipe up)
She can't even come over unless she
Bring a friend, no fellow, uh
(yeah)
Uh, ayy, uh, ayy, sauce 'em up like Melo, uh
(Like Melo)
She can't even come over unless she
Bring a friend or fellow, uh
(Fellow)
Yung Carti, young Creflo, ooh (yeah)
Countin' up like Creflo, uh (Pipe up)
Shooters on my front porch, uh (Pipe up)
Serve you at the front door, uh (Pipe up)
Goons, thugs, cutthroats, yeah (yeah)
Pipe up, uh (O oh)
How could I front those? (Ooh, nah)
Them blocks, them blocks, them blocks, ooh
(yeah) yeah, we run those
My chain, my watch, my watch, uh (yeah)
Yeah, I'm so cold (Moneybags)
Niggas talkin' fashion
(yeah) , I'm 'bout that action
(yeah) , I went Nino, uh (yeah)
Moving in a Rover, uh
Moving with a odor, yeah (Uh)
Still locked in, I go up, uh
Your bitch make me throw up, ooh (yeah)
Diamonds do the holdup, uh (yeah)
Make a play then pour up, yeah (yeah)
Diamonds do the holdup, uh (yeah)
Make a play then… (Damn)
Ayy, posted in the booth with the boof, uh
(What? yeah)
Ayy, posted in the booth with the boof, uh
(What? Pipe up) that bitch ain't fucking
We gon' kick her off the roof (yeah, yeah)
She said, "Y'all niggas be the
Truth" we say, "True" yeah, uh
(We say, "True, true")
Countin' up, fillin' up my Trues, yeah
Yeah (True)
She ain't gotta ask me what I do, nah, uh
(What I do) thumbin' through the check with
My crew, yeah, ayy
(Thumbin' through the check with my…)
She gon' fuck on me, then my crew, uh, uh
(She gon' fuck on me, then my…)
She gon' fuck on me, then my crew, yeah
Yeah (She gon' fuck on me, then my…)
She gon' fuck on me, then my crew
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)