Sauce Walka - HandCuffs lyrics

[Intro] Flavor God It's HOT! Rizzo Cuttin' Up [Hook: DiceSoHo] Pimped on a ho cuz I wanted more cheese Handcuffs on my belt like the police Ferragamo same color as my gold teeth This b**h gave me head Like she got no teeth Saucy, yo b**h brought me more cheese Handcuffs on my belt like the police Ferragamo same color as my gold teeth This b**h gave me head Like she got no teeth [Verse 1: DiceSoHo] If the whip ain't fast If she ain't got cash Hell no, I don't want her Got a lot of b**hes on me New Ferragamo belt with The Handcuffs on it Yo ho she want me But i told her, she ain't get a Damn thing from me Pull up on me If you want got the pole up on me So don't get left lonely Young DiceSoHo Ice ya life, be the logo Still ridin' in the photo I'm never ridin' solo Got ya b**h takin photos Drank got me on slo-mo Still drippin, (OHH-WEE) The sauce got me out here pimpin f** around, pull up in a Bentley And my shooter, gone shoot Till it's empty (Rizzo Rizzo) [Hook] [Verse 2: Sauce Walka] Pimpin' on the b**h (THE b*tch) Drippin' on the b**h I poured the Goose and the King That feel like a sin Red flags on the land Call me President They say the Jackers outside Let 'em in FAA FAA FAA FAA p**y n***a don't even f**in' try I'm on a sauce diet Spit cold game on the ho Fire hydrant, move in silence f** a stylus Ferragamo shorts on the island Yea this b**h call me Gilligan Bet you wanna ride on this wave again [Hook] [Verse 3: 5 Ward JP] Yellow gold grill, I'mma bright n***a 40 cal. for a f** n***a Sauce Deck got crack, got hoes That'll bring a lot of money To a young n***a All for being taught For Pimpin', I'm Winning Lord forgive me cuz I'm sinning, and pimpin Got a mutha f**in' loft fulla hoes Lotta snow, and we still selling blow You didn't know, n***a Sauce Deck J Red where tha soft at? Listen, she paying attention for Benjies For money, for thousands, for millions n***a [Hook]