CyHi & Pusha T - Mr. Put That Shit On (Official Music Video)

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 po

ncho 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 ea

rth 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 to

ok 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 Lo

uis 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 press

ure? 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)