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Artiste : Money Man
Titre : Put You Up
(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 a goonie
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
Fuck good then breakfast after
Fuck good and we back right at it
Fuck 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, eighth 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 a goonie
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