Mr. Put That Shit On

These boys ain't fresh like me, boy

You niggas need a stylist

Gucci, VLONE, I put that shit on, yeah

Chrome Hearts, Bottega, I put it on, yeah

Tennis chains, VVS, this neck froze, yeah

I be stylin' on niggas, I put it on, yeah

Off-White, 350s, I put it on, yeah

Louis Vs and Botte', I put it on, yeah

Richard Mille, bonbon, Rick Owens, yeah

I be stylin' on niggas, I put it on, yeah (Yeah, huh)

Cyber to Ferragamo

The Restoration Hardware inside the (?) condo

It cost a G for this plaided Burberry poncho

Amiri, Yves Saint Laurent coat, side note

Must be on heroin thinkin' they don't fear the God flow

Virgil Abloh, I'm rockin' on Aeropostale

Nigo, Kenzo, model, Phoebe, I don't follow

I wear Riccardo, got Tisci inside my cargo

Fendi button down, they thought I was Pablo in Narcos

I call my girl like, "I bought some Dior, home" (Hey, babe)

And she thought I really bought her some Dior Homme

Juicy Couture, we got Gucci velour on

Somethin' vintage from Mauricio, Gucci divorce homes

Cartier earth tones, same color her birth stone

Bergdoff furs, and they as long as a church song

Plus she draggin' the Louis duffle, big ol' goofy buckle

She chuckle when people say that we just the cutest couple

And I could tell by your purse game that your nigga truly loved you

So many bags, only if you knew the struggle

Still got the ones that she had when she used to fuck you

And she said (Yeah, nigga, when I used to fuck you)

Well, she want that Birkin that's gon' cost a few thousand at least

I took homegirl on a shoppin' spree, she end up stylin' me

New Bally sneaks, you couldn't walk a mile in these

Rockin' arenas before I knew your Balenciaga mean

Bitch, I was clean when

I put that shit on, yeah (Yeah)

Chrome Hearts, Bottega, I put it on, yeah (Uh-huh)

Tennis chains, VVS, this neck froze, yeah (Wow)

I be stylin' on niggas, I put it on, yeah

Off-White, 350s, I put it on, yeah

Louis Vs and Botte', I put it on, yeah

Richard Mille, bonbon, Rick Owens, yeah

I be stylin' on niggas, I put it on, yeah

I put that shit on (Yeah, uh)

Black Berluti tux', she got a Givenchy gown

Can't fuck with these squares, they just a bunch of clowns

I think it's rude these Stussys rather I stay underground

So tell Giorgio that we need our money now

Only wear Thom Browne when I'm in the country town

Nieman's, we shut it down, you seen what happen to Barney's

Proud of my women, they know they gotta Goyard me

When they got a BBL, now she all in B-V-L-gari

I Bathing Ape before I fell in the party

Louis V and Marni, brand new Arnold Bernard piece

The era metal, ghetto Zegna

Shawty, you got Alexander, but he never Vera Wang'd ya (Nah, never Vera Wang'd ya)

So the next time the Met Ball is where the Mets ball

Or the Nets all, I'll address y'all in a dresser from the best clos'

Low cholesterol, she even look good with her dress off

Yes, God, I'm rockin' Tom Ford with the dress socks

Huh, private jets when Mr. West call

From the mess hall, I'm havin' TED talk with my legs crossed

I don't wear Crocs, red bottoms for my best broad

The only time you catch me in some Nikes if they deadstock

Otherwise, I don't

Put that shit on, yeah

Chrome Hearts, Bottega, I put it on, yeah

Tennis chains, VVS, this neck froze, yeah

I be stylin' on niggas, I put it on, yeah

Off-White, 350s, I put it on, yeah

Louis Vs and Botte', I put it on, yeah

Richard Mille, bonbon, Rick Owens, yeah

I be stylin' on niggas, I put it on, yeah

We say, "Drapin'" and "Drip"

We don't say that shit no more

Man, we say, "Shawty got that shit on," like

I got that shit on

Yeah, shawty gon' Gucci to the floor

Yeah, shawty gon' Louis

Yeah, shawty gon' get, yeah, you puttin' that shit on

Yeah, the Maison Margiela of the mall clearer

I'll check her, take your Vaughan leather just to offset her

God bless her, fall fetch her, extra small sweater

I'ma Comme des Garcons, only they could keep my heart tethered

My pallbearers, all my steppers, ex-cartelers

Leave niggas laid across stretchers for a small gesture

Who squad pressure? Old heads say I'm a sharp dresser

I'm so for real, I can't even sing in falsetto

The Dolce & Gabbana, Marcelo Burlon

Just left Sierra Leone for my future baby momma

Somebody go tell Uncle Ben that I ain't your momma

I'ma Yves Saint Laurent her, Balmain persona

Lanvin made the jeans, shawty, these ain't McQueen

You was in the streets, what? But this ain't Supreme

'Cause the way they paint the scene, shawty, this Moschin'

Haters hate to see me clean in this wave, Celine

Haters hate to see me clean in this wave, Celine

Haters hate to see me clean in this wave, Celine

Haters hate to see me clean (I put it on)