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 Ella praises
If we're out for the night
And you're by by 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
There's too much sauce in the food for you
Too much sauce
I got too much sauce, sauce

Knowin' 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 your 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
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 hang, 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
Too much sauce
(Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right)
I got too much sauce
(Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right)
Can't hang, 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)

L
Lust
Four letters like love but less precious
More like electric veins running fast that frenzy my heart, make me crave and act restless
So infectious

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, Ella Mai Howell, Quintin Ferbie Gulledge, Varren Jerome Lloyd Wade