FrankM3 - Lost Lyrics

Lost in the sauce I ain't talkin' bout Gardner
The way that I'm takin' off just like a jet I can't stop gamblin'
Wake up and think bout the money
Like damn how much I wanna bet
I'm always ready, that motion be steady Was whippin' a Kia
Like it was a vette

Love from New Jersey and Brooklyn, they bumpin' my music
I'm ballin', bitch, like I'm a net Money comin' in, always gotta have a check
Keep it in my pocket, I don't ever gotta flex I've been countin' money all day, all I'm
Startin' to see is green, green, green Got me feelin' like Shrek

Straight up out of Texas, I ain't talkin' bout tech
I ain't go to school too busy shooting in the rec
Buddy talkin' crazy, had to lay him on the deck
Man don't come to me bout nothin' if you ain't gon' come correct
I've been on the road, I've been crossin through cities

I feel like I'm tired, been smokin' the stress
Feel like DJ Khaled, I know I'm the best
These boys playin' check, cuz I've been playin chess
I'm a breed of one swear I ain't nothin' like the rest
AB student like I never fail a test

Buddy think he bout it, cuz he learned how to finesse
He can't even put it on, cuz he don't know how to dress
Hop out that Sprinter, I'm feelin' so fresh and so clean
And I know that they be jockin' my bag
Drop 2K on this shit like I'm shoppin' at Swags

Yeah, I'm up in a foreign, but it ain't a Jag
I'm too nice with it, sorry, I don't mean to brag
From LA to Miami I'm feeling like Shaq
When I hop out that Rolls Royce cullinan lookin' at all of their faces

I know they'll be mad
Diamonds on my ear got me feelin' like I'm Nelly
Tryna lay up with a shawty, I ain't talkin bout a jelly
I got rooms at the crib, babe, we don't need a telly
FM3 from the tone, I feel like Belinelli

Remember as a jit, watchin' Ed Ed and Eddie
Now I'm cuttin' up the bricks, I might need me a machete
I been whippin' and driftin' that shit like Andretti
I might need me a Bruschi, I'm feelin' like Teddy

Shorty said she proud of me, so I said I'll Prada her
Walked inside of Prada, got a bag, and then I'm outta there
If you throw me in the jungle, I just might break the thermometer
I'm too hot like the block, you gon' need you a monitor

Steady on the grind for the guala, what I'm chasin
Always move in silence, boy, I learned that shit from Jason
F*ck a four I pour up a whole 8, Roger Mason
Then I had me a vision like that's so Raven
I woke up one day and realized I was made for this shit

But I had to just grind for real
I'm still contemplatin' if I should sign a deal
In control of my route, I'm still behind the wheel

But I'm lost in the sauce I ain't talkin' bout Gardner
The way that I'm takin' off just like a jet I can't stop gamblin'
Wake up and think bout the money
Like damn how much I wanna bet
I'm always ready, that motion be steady Was whippin' a Kia
Like it was a vette

Love from New Jersey and Brooklyn, they bumpin' my music
I'm ballin', bitch, like I'm a net Money comin' in, always gotta have a check
Keep it in my pocket, I don't ever gotta flex
Cause I've been countin' money all day, all I'm
Startin' to see is green, green, green Got me feelin' like Shrek