Sauce Walka & Money Man – PTSD (Puttin That Shit Dine) Lyrics

PTSD (Puttin That Shit Dine) Lyrics by Sauce Walka & Money Man

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Nickname my chain Mark Cuban, now they mad at me
Half a million dollar’s that’s a bitch player’s salary
These type of sticks, you can’t find ’em at academy
Walking 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 her, I bust out the muzzle
Who, that boy a Maybach, by the double
Hot 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 in the house I don’t give a fuck
I got the load 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
? with the Quay in the coffee cup
Hate on my name, but you may came to cough it up

[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
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
P.T.S.D
Puttin’ that shit down to the floor, gravity
Louis V denim, toe to toe, they mad at me
Hit ’em with that grrrah on the low, gravity

[Verse 2: Money Man]
Switch on my ? 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, ? with the trainers
Glock 43 in the fanny for danger
Mansion, NBA player for neighbour
Buy out the Gucci store, we do it major
Still got some bands, I done made me two hundred
Brand new McLaren that bitch cost two hundred
Play with the kid and get beat with a musket
My shooter from Dallas he rockin’ a muzzy
I’m stylin’ on niggas, Dior for the bucket
I’m shopping in Denver, I feel like a nugget
I’m pulling their strings, I treat bitches like puppets
I get me a lo’, hit the streets and I dump it
Four rings from Johnny, they shining and twinklin’
On the West Coast with the plug, got me minglin’
Keep that shit family, now I’m servin’ my siblings
Try trigger shoot in the burbs like it’s Middleton
Me and ? spent a whole million on ?
Lean on my carpet, ? still ride in chargers
Up a few Ms, but I still got that hunger,?, I’m goin way harder

[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
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
P.T.S.D
Puttin’ that shit down to the floor, gravity
Louis V denim, toe to toe, they mad at me
Hit ’em with that grrrah on the low, gravity