French Sauce (feat. Cadilhac & Oscar Lesage)

We go way back (back, back) Since the backpack (pack, pack) Now we cash out (out, out) Didn't doubt that (that, that) We bringin' the sauce and that shit is delicious On top, they feeling diminished Born a sinner, so a little malicious Non-stop, all bangers no fillers We're authentic, you all felt it What's in your wallet? Call us Celtic We're authentic, you all felt it And you? Purple bills in my pocket, I'm tryna remain calm This shit new to me I'm finally loaded, holding them stacks in my palm Counting 'em up with scrutiny Keeping in mind that I locked out But if I can buy friends, who do I trust now? We runnin' for touchdown, but what if I trip? What if I break down? Why are you acting so friendly? Is it 'cause my face is trendy? For you, my pockets are empty But for a few I've got plenty You've got your eyes on my lady Soon you'll be running for safety Tearing through the stereo With bars that slaps like a Dre beat Murdering the track and doing it lazily We bringin' the sauce and that shit is delicious On top, they feeling diminished Born a sinner, so a little malicious Non-stop, all bangers no fillers We're authentic, you all felt it What's in your wallet? Call us Celtic We're authentic, you all felt it And you? I get the money, but I keep it low Chains on my neck stereotypical 'Cause I keep it calm Probably the AC is blowing a little too hard if you see me cold What's on the menu, boys? Dripped out for the show and the venue Just paid in cash for some brand-new clothes I only care about revenue Nonetheless I'm runnin' my own business Tired of losin', we made it happen More money that we gon' finesse Some people could backstab bros and homies When hoes are coming for loads of money You can make it without being a bitch for those who want it No need for help, do it iso Nothing but net with my eyes closed Hop in the jet just with my bros Blowin' up next, I'm like nitro Daydreaming 'bout the squad on the beach Girls naked like in Adam and Eve That's for the team I don't care about that shit Bitch, I got eyes on the scene We're ready for hardships that's upon us Obviously partly for the hunnids Putting my homies on, and they know me as A lethal shooter like I'm Tobias They gave me a chance, then they take it back I've been workin' all day, I ain't takin' naps Scared of the drop and being on top For all the time that we made it last Let's begin in a taxi Bros in the backseat They be rolling it, smoking it Healin' their pain like a vaccine, yeah Pass me the cone Surrounded by real ones, but I'm feeling alone Party on the sofa Bacardi with no soda We go way back