(Sauceman)
Real street nigga, I don't care 'bout them lights
I gotta put you up
(Ca-Ca-Cartier)
I gotta put you up, I gotta stash you
I gotta make sure the business get handled
I am too player to get in a scandal
I am too player to hate on my bitch
Turn up your life, flood you with ice
Give you designer, give you good pipe
It's goin' down, baby, turn off the lights
Real street nigga, I don't care 'bout them lights
Took you from Rainbow, now you're at Bloomies
Come pick you up, chill with me and the goonies
Gucci crop-top, she in a drop-top
Hum, bae, here a Cartier watch
Come, bae, take the LV crocs, huh
You know it ain't shit to spoil you
You know I'ma spin for you
You used to be regular, now you a boss
You order from Essex, it used to be Ross
Cop you a tennis chain then a Rollie
Yeah, Yacht-Master
F*ck good then breakfast after
F*ck good and we back right at it
F*ck the cops, we gon' splurge, goddammit
Shawty fine, she a ten, goddammit
Rick Owens, get you the fur coat
Vacay, where you tryna go?
Singapore on the Wednesday
Got the steppers with me, had to clear a 'port
All the good bud, we had to import it
Lil' nigga, you ain't important
Made a quarter in some Air Forces
And blew it all on a sky dwelling, I'm a fly fella
Penthouse sex, way, way up
We want blood if you don't pay up
The Trackhawk gave a nigga whiplash
For Christmas, she gon' get thirty-K cash
Spin 'til I'ma make his soul raise up
Stiff nigga, boy, eighths raised us
Street niggas, yeah, the trap raised us
Off a nigga if he look the wrong way
I gotta put you up, I gotta stash you
I gotta make sure the business get handled
I am too player to get in a scandal
I am too player to hate on my bitch
Turn up your life, flood you with ice
Give you designer, give you good pipe
It's goin' down, baby, turn off the lights
Real street nigga, I don't care 'bout them lights
Took you from Rainbow, now you're at Bloomies
Come pick you up, chill with me and the goonies
Gucci crop-top, she in a drop-top
Hum, bae, here a Cartier watch
Come, bae, take the LV crocs, huh
You know it ain't shit to spoil you
You know I'ma spin for you
Money Man - Put You Up Lyrics
Money Man - Put You Up Lyrics
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(Sauceman)
Real street nigga, I don't care 'bout them lights
I gotta put you up
(Ca-Ca-Cartier)
I gotta put you up, I gotta stash you
I gotta make sure the business get handled
I am too player to get in a scandal
I am too player to hate on my bitch
Turn up your life, flood you with ice
Give you designer, give you good pipe
It's goin' down, baby, turn off the lights
Real street nigga, I don't care 'bout them lights
Took you from Rainbow, now you're at Bloomies
Come pick you up, chill with me and the goonies
Gucci crop-top, she in a drop-top
Hum, bae, here a Cartier watch
Come, bae, take the LV crocs, huh
You know it ain't shit to spoil you
You know I'ma spin for you
You used to be regular, now you a boss
You order from Essex, it used to be Ross
Cop you a tennis chain then a Rollie
Yeah, Yacht-Master
F*ck good then breakfast after
F*ck good and we back right at it
F*ck the cops, we gon' splurge, goddammit
Shawty fine, she a ten, goddammit
Rick Owens, get you the fur coat
Vacay, where you tryna go?
Singapore on the Wednesday
Got the steppers with me, had to clear a 'port
All the good bud, we had to import it
Lil' nigga, you ain't important
Made a quarter in some Air Forces
And blew it all on a sky dwelling, I'm a fly fella
Penthouse sex, way, way up
We want blood if you don't pay up
The Trackhawk gave a nigga whiplash
For Christmas, she gon' get thirty-K cash
Spin 'til I'ma make his soul raise up
Stiff nigga, boy, eighths raised us
Street niggas, yeah, the trap raised us
Off a nigga if he look the wrong way
I gotta put you up, I gotta stash you
I gotta make sure the business get handled
I am too player to get in a scandal
I am too player to hate on my bitch
Turn up your life, flood you with ice
Give you designer, give you good pipe
It's goin' down, baby, turn off the lights
Real street nigga, I don't care 'bout them lights
Took you from Rainbow, now you're at Bloomies
Come pick you up, chill with me and the goonies
Gucci crop-top, she in a drop-top
Hum, bae, here a Cartier watch
Come, bae, take the LV crocs, huh
You know it ain't shit to spoil you
You know I'ma spin for you
Real street nigga, I don't care 'bout them lights
I gotta put you up
(Ca-Ca-Cartier)
I gotta put you up, I gotta stash you
I gotta make sure the business get handled
I am too player to get in a scandal
I am too player to hate on my bitch
Turn up your life, flood you with ice
Give you designer, give you good pipe
It's goin' down, baby, turn off the lights
Real street nigga, I don't care 'bout them lights
Took you from Rainbow, now you're at Bloomies
Come pick you up, chill with me and the goonies
Gucci crop-top, she in a drop-top
Hum, bae, here a Cartier watch
Come, bae, take the LV crocs, huh
You know it ain't shit to spoil you
You know I'ma spin for you
You used to be regular, now you a boss
You order from Essex, it used to be Ross
Cop you a tennis chain then a Rollie
Yeah, Yacht-Master
F*ck good then breakfast after
F*ck good and we back right at it
F*ck the cops, we gon' splurge, goddammit
Shawty fine, she a ten, goddammit
Rick Owens, get you the fur coat
Vacay, where you tryna go?
Singapore on the Wednesday
Got the steppers with me, had to clear a 'port
All the good bud, we had to import it
Lil' nigga, you ain't important
Made a quarter in some Air Forces
And blew it all on a sky dwelling, I'm a fly fella
Penthouse sex, way, way up
We want blood if you don't pay up
The Trackhawk gave a nigga whiplash
For Christmas, she gon' get thirty-K cash
Spin 'til I'ma make his soul raise up
Stiff nigga, boy, eighths raised us
Street niggas, yeah, the trap raised us
Off a nigga if he look the wrong way
I gotta put you up, I gotta stash you
I gotta make sure the business get handled
I am too player to get in a scandal
I am too player to hate on my bitch
Turn up your life, flood you with ice
Give you designer, give you good pipe
It's goin' down, baby, turn off the lights
Real street nigga, I don't care 'bout them lights
Took you from Rainbow, now you're at Bloomies
Come pick you up, chill with me and the goonies
Gucci crop-top, she in a drop-top
Hum, bae, here a Cartier watch
Come, bae, take the LV crocs, huh
You know it ain't shit to spoil you
You know I'ma spin for you
Writer: Tysen Jay Bolding
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING