Intro: 2000and it goes like. (uh huhyeah yeah)



Chorus: this goes out to my brooklyn crew

Lay my game flatwhat you wanna do

Talk all nightare we gonna screw? 

I'm talking 'bout me and you



Verse one: sauce money



I like to push up on chicks like it's the last record

Take 'em to the telly get buck passed naked

Let 'em feel the powerlick 'em if it don't taste sour

Hit 'em in the shower for an hour

Give 'em that feelingsauce money for real and

Let her get on top if there's mirrors on the ceiling

Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice

My device makes her say "damnthat nigga's nice!"

Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot

Pass your seven digits if you're with it

Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin'

Nine times outta ten it's on and poppin'

Ain't no stopping victory's in the air

Bring a friend next time let's do it again

Bring your whole crew if you see through me

And we can meet on the bqe

And it goes like



Chorus (2x)



Verse two: sauce moneyjay-z



Sauce money:



Had this bitch bragging

Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin;

Huhcould you imagine

Shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame

In the morning hot 97 the first thing

(deny it) hell yeah y'all don't buy it

I don't eat no kind of fish if you can't fry it

But who knows maybe one day I'll try it

But for now slow down too much lip is killin' your diet



Jay-z:



Can I get it what - get it wet

When he hit it first can I get it nextshit you the best

It ain't wack to be with both of usmami actually

I'm eddie kane jr.that nigga me!

You want me to feel what he feel when it's tight

And I knowhe don't be doing it right

But it gets no liver than thisnever lie on our dicks

Shitwe got nigga's rides on our wrists

Play your cards right you'll be driving the 6

Shopping all day hoppin' out in the dist.

Popping the crist.shit hoppin' outta your wrist

Popping your shitnew york's hottest bitch

>from the ghetto to the stilletto's

But you gotta do it two times like an echoy'all feelin' that

This is how we run it down the line

Nigga sauce goes first jigga next to rhyme



Chorus (2x)



Verse three: jay-zsauce money



Jay-z



I see you got a lot to get off your chest

Coatblousebra-don't talk me to death

Like murder's on your mind mamioff the dress

Jigga ran game 'til I lost my breath



Sauce money



Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex

What you need to know is if I lost respect

Don't have to worry if you do sauce correct

I'ma bless thatbring my whole crew throughdon't even sweat that



Jay-z: uhdime pieces I'm hittin'

Sauce money: four in the morning frosted flakes in your kitchen

Jay-z:	now you want me to start trickin' I suppose

Sauce money: that's when the first face off kicks in-

"we don't love these hoes!"



Chorus (2x)