Sauce Walka - PTSD (Puttin That Sh*t Dine) (feat. Money Man) lyrics
Sauce Walka [Albert Walker Mondane] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
Money Man [Tysen Jay Bolding] The Bronx, NY/Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Sauce Walka - PTSD Puttin That Sh*t Dine feat. Money Man lyrics]
Chamberlain
He's got it
Oohwee
Sauce, Sauce
Splash
Oohwee!
Nickname my chain Mark Cuban, now they mad at me
Half a million dollars, that's a bitch player's salary
These type of sticks, you can't find 'em at academy
Walkin' out of Louis, but my whole fit Gallery
Pour up an eight, watch the soda make bubbles
Husband done left her, I got her in trouble
Woof, can't cuff, so I bust out the muzzle
Who that boy in Maybach by the double?
Out in Miami, I kicked a fine bitch out the car
Just 'cause her spirit was ugly
We do not want them bottles you gon' send
From the bar just bring some ice for the muddy
Just had a threesome with Blossom and Buttercup
Green and red fly in the club with that bubble butt
She got a kid from the house, I don't give a fuck
I got the lo', now I'm finna say buddy up
Soon as he drop off the baby, go hit 'em up
Fly to LA for two weeks and go live it up
No Styrofoam, pour the Qua' in the coffee cup
Hate on my name, made your main come and cough it up
Puttin' that shit down,
I spent a million on clothes
Puttin' that shit down,
I spent a million on gold
Puttin' that shit down,
I made a million bankrolls
Puttin' that shit down,
I think I spilled on the floor
PTSD
Puttin' that shit down to the floor, gravity
Louis V denim to the toe, they mad at me
Put down with that— grrah on the low, gravity
Switch in my jeans
I be causing some havoc
Binary trigger shoot like automatic
Turn off his TV if he want some static
I got that dope, I be sellin' blue magic
Louis V monogram tee with the trainers
Glock 43 in the fanny for danger
Mansion, NBA player for neighbors
Buy out the Gucci store
We do it major
Took out two bands
I just made me two hundred
Brand new McLaren, that bitch go two hundred
Play with the kid and get beat with a musket
My shooter from Dallas
He rockin' a mullet
I'm stylin' on niggas, Dior for the bucket
I'm shoppin' in Denver, I feel like a Nugget
I'm pullin' they strings, I treat bitches like puppets
I get me a lo', hit the streets, and I dump it
Four rings from Johnny
They shinin' and twinklin'
On the West Coast with the plug
Got me minglin'
Keep that shit family, I'm servin' my siblings
Tri trigger shoot with the burbs like it's Middleton
Big Money spent a whole million on garments
Got mink for my carpet, I'm still ridin' Chargers
Up a few M's, but I still got that hunger
I go hit the 'yo and I'm goin way harder
Puttin' that shit down
I spent a million on clothes
Puttin' that shit down
I spent a million on gold
Puttin' that shit down
I made a million bankrolls
Puttin' that shit down
I think I spilled on the floor
PTSD
Puttin' that shit down to the floor, gravity
Louis V denim to the toe, they mad at me
Put down with that
Grrah on the low
Gravity
He's got it
Oohwee
Sauce, Sauce
Splash
Oohwee!
Nickname my chain Mark Cuban, now they mad at me
Half a million dollars, that's a bitch player's salary
These type of sticks, you can't find 'em at academy
Walkin' out of Louis, but my whole fit Gallery
Pour up an eight, watch the soda make bubbles
Husband done left her, I got her in trouble
Woof, can't cuff, so I bust out the muzzle
Who that boy in Maybach by the double?
Out in Miami, I kicked a fine bitch out the car
Just 'cause her spirit was ugly
We do not want them bottles you gon' send
From the bar just bring some ice for the muddy
Just had a threesome with Blossom and Buttercup
Green and red fly in the club with that bubble butt
She got a kid from the house, I don't give a fuck
I got the lo', now I'm finna say buddy up
Soon as he drop off the baby, go hit 'em up
Fly to LA for two weeks and go live it up
No Styrofoam, pour the Qua' in the coffee cup
Hate on my name, made your main come and cough it up
Puttin' that shit down,
I spent a million on clothes
Puttin' that shit down,
I spent a million on gold
Puttin' that shit down,
I made a million bankrolls
Puttin' that shit down,
I think I spilled on the floor
PTSD
Puttin' that shit down to the floor, gravity
Louis V denim to the toe, they mad at me
Put down with that— grrah on the low, gravity
Switch in my jeans
I be causing some havoc
Binary trigger shoot like automatic
Turn off his TV if he want some static
I got that dope, I be sellin' blue magic
Louis V monogram tee with the trainers
Glock 43 in the fanny for danger
Mansion, NBA player for neighbors
Buy out the Gucci store
We do it major
Took out two bands
I just made me two hundred
Brand new McLaren, that bitch go two hundred
Play with the kid and get beat with a musket
My shooter from Dallas
He rockin' a mullet
I'm stylin' on niggas, Dior for the bucket
I'm shoppin' in Denver, I feel like a Nugget
I'm pullin' they strings, I treat bitches like puppets
I get me a lo', hit the streets, and I dump it
Four rings from Johnny
They shinin' and twinklin'
On the West Coast with the plug
Got me minglin'
Keep that shit family, I'm servin' my siblings
Tri trigger shoot with the burbs like it's Middleton
Big Money spent a whole million on garments
Got mink for my carpet, I'm still ridin' Chargers
Up a few M's, but I still got that hunger
I go hit the 'yo and I'm goin way harder
Puttin' that shit down
I spent a million on clothes
Puttin' that shit down
I spent a million on gold
Puttin' that shit down
I made a million bankrolls
Puttin' that shit down
I think I spilled on the floor
PTSD
Puttin' that shit down to the floor, gravity
Louis V denim to the toe, they mad at me
Put down with that
Grrah on the low
Gravity