"Put You On" lyrics

I guess you can give her a call whenever you are up to it
Or whenever you have anything doing, you can link her, uhm...
She's also interested in doing, like, some modeling here and there
You know...

She got Patrón, nigga, she want a strong nigga
She want a nigga gettin' money that's gon' ball with her
She wanna rap, she wanna sing it, she want a ball player
She wanna pull up in a Wraith that got the stars in it
Charter the jet, blew a bag on the pilot
She only twenty-three, but she got a lot of mileage
She rockin' Gucci, she rockin' Louis, don't need a stylist
She don't rock Coach, she got that Birkin, she the flyest
[?] full of bad bitches, they the finest
Haters want that smoke, they on that loud, but they be silent
Flooded the Rollie with diamonds, my time is timeless
I'm down to fuck around witchu if it's private

I got what you want, baby
Get you what you want, baby
I got what you need, baby
Put you on my team, baby
I got what you want, yeah
I can put you on, yeah
I got what you want, yeah
Put you on the team, yeah

I can put you on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, you know my money long, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Upgrade you to the Rover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You better not fuck me over, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Custom-made Donatella Versace, Ella
She don't know if she want Prada or Margiela
She look so bad, I gotta tell her
She get so wet she splashin' my Fendi umbrella
Winters in the Poconos, rockin' chinchillas
Drop the top on the dime with no ceilings
She say she love the way I ride, I'm so real, uh
The way she make a nigga feel, like I can't forget her

I got what you want, baby
Get you what you want, baby
I got what you need, baby
Put you on my team, baby
I got what you want, yeah
I can put you on, yeah
I got what you want, yeah
Put you on the team, yeah

I can put you on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, you know my money long, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Upgrade you to the Rover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You better not fuck me over, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you fuck me over, thought I told you it was your loss
Cuz I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em, I'm nothin' like the basic
Way above average, flooded out the flip
Flyer than the Maverick, I'm cut from a different fabric
The sacrifices I made for you, girl, you took for granted
Now you out here lookin' crazy, thank God it ain't my baby
I did you right, I did, I did you right, I did
You hoppin' dick to dick until you end up broke as shit

I got what you want, baby
Get you what you want, baby
I got what you need, baby
Put you on my team, baby
I got what you want, yeah
I can put you on, yeah
I got what you want, yeah
Put you on the team, yeah

I can put you on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, you know my money long, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Upgrade you to the Rover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You better not fuck me over, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah