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elegance - $auce baby lyrics

f*ck with me real quick
$auce baby f*cking on your n*gga probably
yuh
woo woo woo woo

i like fancy sh*t
i’m a fancy b*tch
i want that moncler
thousand dollar cloth
i am so top tier
only ballers stare
if you a broke
n*gga, n*gga
i don’t have a care
i like my men skinny
with a bit of belly
a smudge of grey hair
oo salt ‘n pepper feels
but have a lot of money
a man whose pockets empty
that is so f*cking sheisty

i won’t struggle with you
i won’t hold you down
while these bills pile up
need to be a boss b*tch bussin’
hustle
woo, woo, woo, woo
you see this hair i wear
you see these white toes?
you feel my skin is b*tter?
a kept woman bae

i make a milli, a milli, a milli billi
you say you love me, you love me
boy you so silly

well, if you love me
you love me
buy me a bentley

i heard his friends call me the
p*ssy eating magnet
i heard her friends call me that
b*tch above the average
i’m cooking concepts never find me in the kitchen
i dish it humble flex you insta*watching b*tches
i keep it clean
that’s rich mnisi on my toes

n*gga, n*gga, n*gga
hating on a rich b*tch like me
diamonds, diamonds, diamonds
gleaming, gleaming
all i f*cking see
ice, ice, ice
skiing on my swiss alps wrist
stainless like the floating cubes in my cup (ice)
i got exes who are fans
see me post stalking me
i got jealous frenemies always competing with the team
i got pressure from my family
i want to win for them
i get love from my man holding my neck while he f*cking me (uh)

i like fancy sh*t
i’m a fancy b*tch
i want that moncler
thousand dollar cloth
i am so top tier
only ballers stare
if you a broke
n*gga, n*gga
i don’t have a care

i like fancy sh*t
i’m a fancy b*tch
i want that moncler
thousand dollar cloth
i am so top tier
only ballers stare
if you a broke
took a, took a
took a trip to maldives with my f*cking man
dinner dates overseas that’s my f*cking man
top tier luxe views with my f*cking man
and if a broke b*tch say something to my f*cking man?
let her get comfortable with my f*cking man
let her think she bout to f*ck my, f*cking man
flew her out wherever we at
laughed in her face
me and my man
power couple, power goals
yuh, yuh
can’t relate oo

i was building empires
you were building followers
we are not in the same league
we are not one in the same
b*tch, b*tch
run up a scammer please
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
run up a drug dealer
that b*tch
who her?
i will not deal with her uh

i like fancy sh*t
i’m a fancy b*tch
i want that moncler
thousand dollar cloth
i am so top tier
only ballers stare
if you a broke
n*gga, n*gga
i don’t f*cking care

- auce baby lyrics

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