Mr. Put That Shit On CyHi & Pusha T

[Intro: CyHi]
You bums ain't fresh like me, boy
You niggas need a stylist

[Chorus: Pusha T & CyHi]
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 V's and Bode, I put it on, yeah
Richard Mille Bonbon, Rick Owens, yeah
I be stylin' on niggas, I put it on, yeah

[Verse 1: CyHi]
Yeah, huh, Salvatore Ferragamo
The restoration hardware inside the George Condo
It cost a G for this plaided Burberry poncho
Amiri, Yves Saint Laurent coat
Side note, must be on heroin thinkin' thеy don't fear the God flow
Virgil Abloh, I'm rockin' no Aeropostalе
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 brought 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 old goofy buckle
She chuckle when people say that we just the cutest couple
And I could tell by your purse game if 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 what Balenciaga mean
Bitch, I was clean when