[Intro]
(Sauceman)
Real street n***a, I don't care 'bout them lights
I gotta put you up
(Ca-Ca-Cartier)

[Chorus]
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 n***a, 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

[Verse]
You used to be rеgular, now you a boss
You order from Essex, it used to bе 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 at the clearport
All that good bud, we had to import it
Lil' n***a, you ain't important
Made a quarter in some Air Forces
And blew it all on a Skydweller, I'm a fly fella
Penthouse sex, way, way up
We want blood if you don't pay up
The Trackhawk gave a n***a whiplash
For Christmas, she gon' get thirty-K cash
Spin 'til I'ma make his soul raise up
Stiff n***a, boy, eighth raised us
Street n***as, yeah, the trap raised us
Off a n***a if he look the wrong way
[Chorus]
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 n***a, 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