Intro Megan Thee Stallion. Real motherfuckin' H-Town *. (Sippin' on a four). I'm from the Southside, you know how we ride. (Sip, sippin' on a four and I'm ja—, ja—, ja—). (What Juicy say? He be like,
taking me home Well, well, well, she's Louisiana hot sauce. Hotter than a fireball smoother than strawberry wine. She's lookin' good as I've seen. Strollin' in her tight jeans, drivin' me out of my mind
I don't want french fried potatoes, red ripe tomatoes. I'm never satisfied. I want the frim fram sauce. With the oss-en-fay with sha fafa on the side I don't want pork chops and bacon. That won't
' like hot sauce, had to take the top off. All this polo on me, I be playin’ lacrosse. Haters looking dusty every time I come around. If they can't stand me, I'm sitting them down. So many melodies, I’m
, yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah! Yeah! Uh!). Chorus. Sauce on ya, nigga, got the sauce on me (I got sauce). Boss, like a young nigga was Ross on me (Like I'm ***in' Ross). Pull up on your shawty, I put sauce on it
', kiss be in the bank wit cream. My wrists an' my neck be gleamin'. Whatever I got cost, honey look hotter than hot sauce. That's why I get top in a drop porsche Then she get dropped off, told her that
words. Cooling out cooling out. Waiting for my lady got the special sauce that's why she's my baby my baby. My baby. And of course I'll do anything for her anything she wants. It's sure honey sure
