HOT SAUCE - Jerm

Rodeo, Travis Scott

Rodeo, pull up on him where he go

Pull up in a Chevrolet

Pull up on him where he stay

Yeah, yeah, where he stay

Yeah, yeah, where he stay

Yeah, yeah, where he stay, ooh, yeah

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

My money come in the racks, uh

My money come in the packs, uh

My money come in the thraxx, yeah

Shawty, she bringin' it back, uh

I’m in the cut countin' racks, uh

I’m in the cut and I’m-, uh

I’m, uh

Boy, I get this check up on a Monday, uh, yeah

But I go to church up on a Sunday, uh, yeah

Pull up on that boy who own a Hyundai, uh, yeah

Runnin' on a ring, I feel like Sonic, huh, yeah

Run up on that boy, I feel like, huh, yeah

I would really rather have my money, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Kicking like it’s Fifa (Yeah)

I get my (Yeah)

She look like Mia Khalifa (Yeah)

No, I don’t wanna go meet her (Yeah)

That boy sleep, that boy sleep, that boy sleep, like a kid

I’m in the jeep, I’m in this bih, I’m in the back

I’m in that Phantom

She catchin' feelings, I told her that’s it

Way that my life go, I feel like a leader

Yeah, eatin' at crab shacks, catch me at eaters, yeah

Heard they on my big stick, I told them to hop off

Had to take his top off, I just had a big pause

Feelin' like a, I just had it locked off

Put it 'round my stomach, got me feelin' like a hot sauce

And I’m runnin' up

I’m gettin' money, I came up through rough

Sunday through Monday she lick on that nut

My niggas can’t wait to come in and blow

I had a, yeah

, yeah

I’m in this bitch, like a, yeah

I’m in the cut with the cup, yeah

Money, can you throw it up?

Uh

I been in the cut countin' up, huh