Sauce - Ella Mai

We ain’t even been talking for a minute yet

And now I already got you elevated

You don’t know if I’m a sin or a sinner yet

But you already singing hella praises

If we’re out for the night

And you’re by my side

Don’t get emotional

'Cause niggas gon' slide

Wit' you in my ride

So I’d rather let you know

Even though, I’m good without you, I’m fucking with you regardless

And if that’s gon' hurt you, least you can say is I’m honest

Good things don’t always get to you the way that you want it

I’m good without you but I’m fucking with you regardless

So tell me if it gets too much

Tell me if you bit too much

Boy, act right 'cause it’s cool if

There’s too much sauce in the food for you

Sorry that you can’t keep up

You’re looking like you bit too much

Boy, act right 'cause it’s cool if

There’s too much sauce in the food for you

Too much sauce

I got too much sauce, sauce

Known I still pull up when you need it

I gotta know you can deal with it (stop)

Readin' through the lines, boy, you’re showin' (stop)

Playin' with your mind, 'bout to blow it

It takes a strong man, strong shoulders

You gotta level up if you want this (stop)

Chewing with you mouth wide open

Like you can’t see

Even though, I’m good without you, I’m fucking with you regardless

And if that’s gon' hurt you, least you can say is I’m honest

Good things don’t always get to you the way that you want it

I’m good without you but I’m fucking with you regardless

So tell me if it gets too much

Tell me if you bit too much

Boy, act right 'cause it’s cool if

There’s too much sauce in the food for you (too. much)

Sorry that you can’t keep up

You’re looking like you bit too much

Boy, act right 'cause it’s cool if

There’s too much sauce in the food for you

Too much sauce

Know what to do with it

You don’t know what to do with it

I got too much sauce, sauce

Know what to do with it

You don’t know what to do with it

Can’t hand, can’t hang with a boss

Know what to do with it

You don’t know what to do with it

I got too much sauce, sauce

Know what to do with it

You don’t know what to do with it

I got too much sauce, sauce

(Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right)

I got too much sauce, sauce

(Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right)

Can’t hand, can’t hang with a boss

(Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right)

I got too much sauce, sauce

(Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right)

Lust

Four letters like love but less precious

More like electric veins running fast than frenzy my heart, make me crave and

act reckless

So infectious