Текст Billy Marchiafava – Turbosauce

Anyways one day my buddy asks me
«Billy, who’s the greatest rapper of all time?»
I looked this man straight in the eyes
I was like «Me motherfucker!»

Sippin’ it, dippin’ it, whippin’ it, (aye)
All of these bitches my minions (aye)
Minimum effort, these rappers I sever
You think that you clever but
Never say Never
You get that I rap with benevolence
My money big like some elephants
You witnessing history
Boy you a mystery
All of this money and It don’t mean shit to me

Never did I ever give a fuck
About a motherfucka’ comin’ at my neck with some drama
(I’m actually really sensitive)
All these rappers, sayonara
This is music at it’s finest
Catch these hands you don’t wanna
Damn

Get up on my status
(Aye, aye, aye)
Get up on my status
If you broke, you a bitch
Get up on my status
Get up on my status

All these people talk like they know me
«Don’t do this, don’t do that»
You a phony

All these people talk like they know me
«Don’t do this, don’t do that»
You a phony
People act like we ain’t all the same
Shits insane, I’m glowin’ up
While people think I’ve changed

(It’s unbelievable, what do you put in that sauce!?)

Money like Rubin
These bitches are stupid
See Billy the winner
These rappers are dinner
I’m hot like the summer
You cold like the winter
You never will ever hear something this clever
Diamonds on my neck, dancin’ like decemeber
Yo bitch gave me na-na
She wet like a sauna
I want it, I get it, I see it, I buy it
I got it
I got it
I got it