[Intro: Sauce Money] Man They just don't understand How hard it is for a young black male Still wanna beef We don't wanna compromise All we wanna do is take take take Ya better get some
[Verse 1: Sauce Money] I'm in the streets with my thug love You know the block is hot Plus them niggas tryna set up shop Gettin' money in these streets is all I got Even if it takes me gettin' shot Besides what you riffin' for? Five Gs what I hit you for Can't believe you still want more I'm a thug boo you know thugs don't trick Just 'cause I love you, you wanna drive the six Well that's too much shine, unnecessary flair No more arguing, take some dough for ya hair Just beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be right there To pick you up, don't ruin that I don't really be doin' that What you mean that's not good enough? I'm spendin' too much of time in the hood and stuff? In the drop chrome shinnin' flauntin' my crew I'm tryna get paid ma, what you want me to do?
[Chorus: Lil' Kim] You gotta please me Touch and tease me Love me, hug me Rub me, squeeze me Kiss me, and never deceive me Show me, you gotta believe me Or leave me Please me Touch and tease me Love me, hug me Rub me, squeeze me Kiss me, and never deceive me Show me, you gotta believe me Or leave me
[Verse 2: Sauce Money] You got some nerve grillin' me wit a frown a lot Attitude real stank, I ain't around a lot Can't understand why I'm outta town a lot
I rap for big paper now, this ain't around the block Now you treat me like I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin Sneakin' or sumin, late night keepin' 'em humpin' Why you look at Sauce funny? (What you don't trust a nigga?) I work hard, look at your diamonds.... Them s***s cost money Forget about your homies, they jealous of you I ain't really tryna hear what they tell us to do Besides half of them ain't even got no man That's why I'm goin' all out, puttin' rocks on your hand But you don't really care, you're spoiled and shit Talk slick like you drink baby oil and shit She got a 500 wit chrome, spoiler kit And you still not happy, man what's wrong wit chicks
[Verse 3: Sauce Money] Enjoy your cut necklace, finer things Versace, Armani, diamond rings Anything you can imagine, if you mine let it No more school loans, your own line or credit Walk in closets, full link minks in 'em His and her rollies, extra links wit 'em Bottles of Dom, tennis braids for your arm Four-five workers for your beauty salon But you don't wanna hear that, you still not happy Shit, so what the industry's bustin' at me Car chases through Brooklyn, cop's on my tail Feds hit the spot, found it chopped on the scale Undercovers Ds hit the block for a sale For you or nobody else, I'm not goin' to jail Imagine, all of this inside of a day Just for your ungrateful ass, whatchu got to say?