Category: Post Malone

Yeah, yeah
Mmm, ayy

Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the woo-wop drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s SWAT, you thought

100 thousand dollars on the table-top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper but I ball a lot
Bitch, I’m Young Stoney, I do what I want

Candy paint with the white on top (skrrt)
Lambo doors are the woo-wop drop (drop)
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s SWAT, you thought (pop)

100 thousand dollars on the table-top
Half price my whip, same price my watch (bling)
Got no jumper but I ball a lot (swish)
Bitch, I’m Young Stoney, I do what I want

Didn’t know that was your girl when she gave me top (yeah)
Kicked her out the rolls said, “Thanks a lot”
Goddamn I love paper like I’m Michael Scott (yeah)
I can do things that your man cannot (yeah)

Slide boy comin’ down, damn, I’m hot (hot)
Everybody say that I gotta be stopped (stopped)
Even though my final form ain’t unlocked (locked)
I’m so ahead of you motherfuckers

How you comprehend what you ain’t understanding?
Count a 100 bands and I watch it vanish
Diamonds going crazy like they on the dance floor
Got a lot of ass, nothing I can’t handle

Flavor lasts forever, you should try a sample (goddamn)
Baby, I’m the boss like I’m Tony Danza (Tony Danza)
Everybody trying to tell me what I stand for
But you don’t fucking know me, homie, you don’t want war (ayy)

Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the woo-wop drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s SWAT, you thought

100 thousand dollars on the table-top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper but I ball a lot (hey, hey)
Bitch, I’m Young Stoney, I do what I want (hey, hey)

Candy paint with the white on top (yeah)
Lambo doors are the woo-wop drop (drop, drop)
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s SWAT, you thought (pop, pop, pop, pop)

100 thousand dollars on the table-top
Half price my whip, same price my watch (yeah)
Got no jumper but I ball a lot (swish)
Bitch, I’m Young Stoney, I do what I want

I’ve been rolling 20 ash, hit the road (whoa)
Hit the switch up the suicide doors (damn)
We already know you vanished though (oh)
Hit my momma when I ride in that, oh

All these motherfuckers so false with me (yah)
If your money funny, don’t talk to me (nah)
I know there ain’t shit that you could offer me (no)
Take a second if you think about crossing me

It last forever, you should try a sample (goddamn)
Baby, I’m the boss like I’m Tony Danza (Tony Danza)
Everybody trying to tell me what I stand for (what I stand for)
You don’t fucking know me, homie, you don’t want war (you don’t want war)

Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the woo-wop drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s SWAT, you thought

100 thousand dollars on the table-top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper but I ball a lot
Bitch, I’m Young Stoney, I do what I want

Candy paint with the white on top (ooh-ooh)
Lambo doors are the woo-wop drop (ooh-ooh)
If you busy plotting on what I got (ooh-ooh)
Kick in your door, that’s SWAT, you thought

100 thousand dollars on the table-top (ooh-ooh)
Half price my whip, same price my watch (ooh-ooh)
Got no jumper but I ball a lot (ooh-ooh)
Bitch, I’m Young Stoney, I do what I want

Songwriters: Louis Russell Bell / Carl Austin Rosen / Austin Richard Post

Yeah (yeah)

I been in L.A. too long
How I see the same bitches everywhere I go?
It don’t really matter where they from
Actin’ or a model, heard it all before
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah, yeah

I hit your DM, baby
Took the screenshot, yeah, you tried to play me
I bet this shit was good for your reputation
I just let it go, so I could see you naked

Holy moly, look at what you rolled in
Million followers, but your bumpers broken
What’s your focus? Tell me what your goal is
I know you only like me

‘Cause I just spent a hundred bands in one night
Spent a hundred bands in one night
I know you wanna live this life
But I can’t make a hoe a housewife, oh, no

What’s your name? Who’s your daddy?
Is he rich like me? Is he rich like me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy)

I been in L.A. too long
How I see the same bitches everywhere I go?
It don’t really matter where they from
Actin’ or a model, heard it all before
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(How I see the same bitches?) Uh, yeah, yeah
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(Gerald) Yeah, yeah, yeah

Everywhere I go I see the same hoe
Always post selfies on the ‘Gram from a angle
A Catfish, Hollywood devil, not a angel
Her bag is Chanel, but she drive a Durango

Yeah, and I’m gettin’ to the queso
Woke and I’m hip to the game, so I’m thankful
OGs put me on tours, so I’m laced, bro
Real recognizin’ that you don’t speak the lingo

Clothes all new, not a wrinkle
Givin’ you the game, gettin’ sprinkled
Bottles on deck, and my drink full
I turn to a beast, I’m a dog, I’m a pitbull

This life did it to me, I can’t switch back
If I take her then you’ll never get your bitch back
Yeah, the beat knockin’, yeah, this shit clap
Welcome to the west, it’s where people gettin’ rich at, ayy

I been in L.A. too long (G)
How I see the same bitches everywhere I go? (It’s Eazy, you know?)
It don’t really matter where they from (yee, yee, yee)
Actin’ or a model, heard it all before (ayy)
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(West side nigga) How? Yeah, yeah
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(Hol’ up, let me talk my shit, hol’ up) Yeah, yeah, yeah

I been in L.A. too long
Me and my bros hit the same hoes
L.A., Hollywood, that’s some Valley hoes
Do I know how to fuck? They all know

Yeah, yeah, fuck it, go down baby, you ratchet
I’m with the program, baby (yeah)
Word in the streets, you with the whole town, baby
I’m tryna do it for the brother like Motown, baby

She fucked the L.A. Laker for the record
She fucked a Dodger baseball player for the record
She fucked the head of my record label (ooh)
How you think she been so stable?

Ah, damn, ah, damn, but she down to fuck
Designer everythin’, Benz Truck
Pullin’ up wit yo friend, tell me who she is
Oh, never mind, my friend fucked

Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(Oh, never mind my friend fucked)
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(Haha, never mind my friend fucked)
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah, yeah

Songwriters: Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson / Rod Argent / Louis Russell Bell / Carl Austin Rosen / Gerald Earl Gillum / Idan Kalai / Billy Walsh / Austin Richard Post / Samuel Ahana

Uh, ball for me

Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (oh-oh-oh)
I ain’t got the time to get you Saint Laurent now
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (oh-oh-oh)
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou’

Ooh, ball for me
Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Ooh, ball for me
Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah

I’m on the road, I’m gettin’ paid, like what you want, baby? (What you want, baby?)
You’re bougie, baby, but I love you, baby, give you the world, baby (you the world, baby)
Paid five grand for a handbag, that’s Saint Laurent, baby (Saint Laurent, baby)
Damn, you love that money, baby (oh-oh-oh)
Hunnid thousand plus hunnid thousand, my whip (my whip, my whip)
30 thousand plus 30 thousand, my wrist (my wrist, my wrist)

We got alcohol, plus bad bitches, that’s lit (that’s lit, that’s lit)
I swear, baby, we was just kissin’, that’s it (that’s it, that’s it, oh-oh-oh)
How could I forget the shit that you done done for me? (For me)
Baby gonna take the charge and take the fall for me (for me)
Would love to take you shoppin’, but girl, I’m in Europe tourin’
Sorry, lil’ mama, I can’t give you more

Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (oh-oh-oh)
I ain’t got the time to get you Saint Laurent now
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (oh-oh-oh)
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou’

Ooh, ball for me
Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Ooh, ball for me
Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah

Yo, gotta hit him on the jack
When you comin’ back? Where is you at on the map?
Everything is intact
Could have been a seamstress, still wouldn’t cut him slack
Pretty much, ain’t got a clue
Itty bitty piggyback off everything I do
But I’m still droppin’ jaws
Got ’em lookin’ like James Harden at the awards (oh-oh-oh)

Back to you, I’m so into you
For real, breh like I’m kin to you
If you a ten, I add ten to you
They be mad when I tend to you
That’s what the bae like
Call me Buffy ’cause that’s what I slay like
These bitches, I son ’em like it’s daylight
These niggas wanna know what it tastes like (oh-oh-oh)

What it tastes like, yo, what it tastes like, yo
They wanna know what it tastes like, yo
All this ice, it should taste like snow
Get kimonos and let’s fly to Tokyo
Pretty, pretty please baby, won’t you cop this for me? (Uh)

Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (oh-oh-oh)
I ain’t got the time to get you Saint Laurent now
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (oh-oh-oh)
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou’

Ooh, ball for me
Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Ooh, ball for me (what it tastes like?)
Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Ooh, ball for me (what it tastes like?)
Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Ooh, ball for me (what it tastes like?)
Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah

Songwriters: Onika Tanya Maraj / Louis Bell / Carl Austin Rosen / Austin Richard Post

Ahahah, yeah

When you leave me, made me jump out of my room
Didn’t faze you, would’ve given you the moon
Even after everything that we’ve been through
I ain’t ever met nobody like you
Why you always tryna tell me that it’s cool
Need to quiet ’cause you never tell the truth
Felt like ballin’ was the only thing to do
Trade my women for some diamonds and a coupe

When she comin’ for my heart, it feels like Armageddon
I’ma turn the tables, promise you will not forget it
Won’t apologize, don’t give a fuck if you’re offended
No discussion, yeah we gotta go our separate ways
Won’t take me down in flames
I don’t even wanna know your name
Watch how everything is gonna change, yeah, ayy

I’ma pull up in a Bentley
With a fuckin’ hundred thousand in my pocket, yeah, yeah
I’ma pull in, swang my door open
Stuntin knowin’ everybody watchin’, yeah, yeah
And help another bitch out the whip
And I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it, yeah, yeah
Just to show you that it’s over
It don’t matter what you gotta say about it, yeah
I’ma put that bitch pussy in a motherfucking bodybag
So you know that I’m never ever coming back
Kept your heart on the counter in a Prada bag
I used to never ever want to see the light of day, yeah
I was an idiot
Begging on my knees on to the floor
Now I don’t even want you anymore, anymore

It’s over now
It’s over now, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

Feels like a knife in my throat, you treat this like it’s a joke
I bet you’ve done this before, I ain’t surprised, yeah
I wasn’t tryna let go, but you’ll know why when I’m ghost
I hope you wind up alone, dead in my eyes, yeah
Ain’t religious, only Christian when it’s Dior
Only prayin’ for the Amex and the gold
You ain’t stop me now, you only was a detour
Tried to drive me crazy, you and all the hoes

When she comin’ for my heart, it feels like Armageddon
I’ma turn the tables, promise you will not forget it
Won’t apologize, don’t give a fuck if you’re offended
No discussion, yeah we gotta go our separate ways
Won’t take me down in flames
I don’t even wanna know your name
Watch how everything is gonna change, yeah, ayy

I’ma pull up in a Bentley
With a fuckin’ hundred thousand in my pocket, yeah, yeah
I’ma pull in, swang my door open
Stuntin knowin’ everybody watchin’, yeah, yeah
And help another bitch out the whip
And I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it, yeah, yeah
Just to show you that it’s over
It don’t matter what you gotta say about it, yeah
I’ma put that bitch pussy in a motherfucking bodybag
So you know that I’m never ever coming back
Kept your heart on the counter in a Prada bag
I used to never ever want to see the light of day, yeah
I was an idiot
Begging on my knees on to the floor
Now I don’t even want you anymore, anymore

It’s over now
It’s over now
(It’s over now)

Songwriters: Andrew Wotman / Austin Post / Louis Bell / Thomas Lee Bass

Drinkin’ all night, but we ain’t done yet (Yet)
Waitin’ on the plug, but he ain’t come yet (Yet)
Still need somethin’? Put your bank on it (Bank on it)
Got a big bag with a Bape on it (Big bag)
Party ain’t over if they say somethin’ (Say somethin’)
No sleep ’til I’ve seen three suns (Three suns)
Party gon’ end with a threesome (Threesome)
Raw dog, prolly have three sons

Chasin’ the Perc’ with somebody, that shit never lets me down (Uhm)
They go to work for some money, we make it from actin’ out (Uhm)
Grrrrrah!
We takin’ shots right now (Shots right now)
Grrrrrah!
Yeah, we takin’ shots right now (Shots)

See me in a ‘Rari goin’ vroom-vroom (Skrrt-skrrt)
Sexy motherfucker in the car too
Saint Laurent, 40 on a new suit
Sippin’ Bud Light, that’s the new Goose
Baby, bust it open like woo-hoo
The diamonds got cut like a boo-boo
Pockets so fat, rock a muu-muu
Me and Dre came for the pum-pum

Drippin’, drippin’, drippin’, women tryna take my millions
Help my bro with an assist, I’m Jason Williams
Heard that there’s a party, I might pay a visit
That’s a moment, hopped out frog like ribbit-ribbit (Skrrt!)

Drunk when I walked in the door
So fuckin’ high like, hello
I told her pour me some more
Then she went right for the blow (The blow)
30 more girls wanna roll
Let’s get this bitch on the road (On the road)
Already losin’ control
This is the life that we chose

Drinkin’ all night, but we ain’t done yet (Yet)
Waitin’ on the plug, but he ain’t come yet (Yet)
Still need somethin’? Put your bank on it (Bank on it)
Got a big bag with a Bape on it (Big bag)
Party ain’t over if they say somethin’ (Say somethin’)
No sleep ’til I’ve seen three suns (Three suns)
Party gon’ end with a threesome (Threesome)
Raw dog, prolly have three sons

Chasin’ the Perc’ with somebody, that shit never lets me down (Uhm)
They go to work for some money, we make it from actin’ out (Uhm)
Grrrrrah!
We takin’ shots right now (Shots right now)
Grrrrrah!
Yeah, we takin’ shots right now (Shots)

Frontin’ on me, but you love it (Love it)
Tryna act like you above it (‘Bove it)
Dad bod know you wanna rub it (Rub it)
Have you ever done it in public?
Sippin’ all night, let it rotate
Baby, just for the night, you my soulmate
Mixin’ vodka with the champagne
Tell me how much liquor can a man take
How many records have I sold?
I don’t even know, can’t keep count (Nope)
You know that I’ve been on a roll
Celebratin’ life when I come around (Come around)
Sippin’ all night, sippin’ all day
Brought the beerbong out like a tailgate
Holdin’ big words that I can’t say
Got me speakin’ drunkanese, can you translate?

Drunk when I walked in the door
So fuckin’ high like, hello
I told her pour me some more
Then she went right for the blow (The blow)
30 more girls wanna roll
Let’s get this bitch on the road (On the road)
Already losin’ control
This is the life that we chose

Drinkin’ all night, but we ain’t done yet (Yet)
Waitin’ on the plug, but he ain’t come yet (Yet)
Still need somethin’? Put your bank on it (Bank on it)
Got a big bag with a Bape on it (Big bag)
Party ain’t over if they say somethin’ (Say somethin’)
No sleep ’till I’ve seen three suns (Three suns)
Party gon’ end with a threesome (Threesome)
Raw dog, prolly have three sons

Chasin’ the Perc’ with somebody, that shit never lets me down (Uhm)
They go to work for some money, we make it from actin’ out (Uhm)
Grrrrrah!
We takin’ shots right now (Shots right now)
Grrrrrah!
Yeah, we takin’ shots right now (Shots)

Songwriters: Louis Bell / David Hughes / Jahron Anthony Brathwaite / Carl Austin Rosen / Austin Richard Post / William Thomas Walsh

Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody)
I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin’ codeine (codeine)
Thirty bottles, yeah the bill is on me (on me)
Been livin’ fast, no I can’t take it slowly (slowly)
Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody)
I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin’ codeine (codeine)
We on a bender, we ain’t gettin’ no sleep (no sleep)
We turned the hotel lobby to a party

I’m whippin’ a foreign, I can’t whip no Beetle
I rock that Saint Laurent over my beater
I like to stunt like I’m Evel Knievel (ooh)
But it don’t mean nothing without all my people
When I step up on stage, hands up to the sky
Every little thing I do, they always analyze
Gave that bitch a little blow and then she come alive
Started dancing on the table like she had on mine

I don’t fuck with nobody
Yeah you hardly know me
What you take me for?
No, I can’t save your soul
I don’t fuck with nobody
Yeah you hardly know me
Please just leave me alone

Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody)
I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin’ codeine (codeine)
Thirty bottles, yeah the bill is on me (on me)
Been livin’ fast, no I can’t take it slowly (slowly)
Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody)
I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin’ codeine (codeine)
We on a bender, we ain’t gettin’ no sleep (no sleep)
We turned the hotel lobby to a party

Made a hundred bands so all your hands out
No my friend, can’t do no handouts
All these rappers, they sound the same now
Sayin’ I’m to blame, now y’all see me?
On the TV
Multimillionaire by the time I’m 23
Gettin’ no sleep, ragin’ for a week
I hit number one and I ain’t even hit my peak
I just had to tell ’em

I don’t fuck with nobody
Yeah you hardly know me
What you take me for?
No, I can’t save your soul
I don’t fuck with nobody
Yeah you hardly know me
Please just leave me alone

Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody)
I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin’ codeine (codeine)
Thirty bottles, yeah the bill is on me (on me)
Been livin’ fast, no I can’t take it slowly (slowly)
Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody)
I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin’ codeine (codeine)
We on a bender, we ain’t gettin’ no sleep (no sleep)
We turned the hotel lobby to a party

We ain’t sleepin’, we ain’t sleepin’, we ain’t
We ain’t sleepin’, we ain’t sleepin’ tonight
We ain’t sleepin’, we ain’t sleepin’, no way
Pour that drink ’cause we ain’t sleepin’ tonight

Songwriters: Austin Richard Post / Diego Javier Avendano / Leon Youngblood / Louis Russell Bell / Scott Spencer Storch / Tariq Bright

Never know when someone come and try to take my life
I been sleepin’ with the .45 like every night
In the whip, I pray to God I don’t see flashin’ lights
Goddamn they right behind me
And I wake up everyday, I wake up everyday with this anxiety
And they know where I stay
Got “Malone” on my plates
And they followin’ me
Two hundred bands under the floor of the kitchen
A little more up in the walls and the ceilin’
Even family and friends started switchin’
Ever since I got that check, seen ’em itchin’

Eyes open, I see you, I’m watchin’ you, yeah
More people wanna be you, don’t trust no one

Tell me why I can’t get no relief
Wonderin’ when they’ll come for me
A paranoid man makes paranoid plans
I’ll do what I can, but it’s out of my hands
Strugglin’ just to find my peace

Sometimes feel like I got no friends
Can’t trust a soul like I’m Snowden
Right by the bed, keep it loaded
Lord, have mercy if they broken
I don’t ever sleep, yeah, I’m wide awake
If you try to pull up to my place
Beam is gonna hit you a mile away
I promise one of us gonna die today

Helicopters in the sky
No, he can’t escape the eyes
Politicians and the lies
Tell me what’s the point of pickin’ sides

Tell me why I can’t get no relief
Wonderin’ when they’ll come for me
A paranoid man makes paranoid plans
I’ll do what I can, but it’s out of my hands
Strugglin’ just to find my peace

Mind is runnin’ all day
Cost me more than money and I’m payin’ the price, yeah
I ain’t goin’ nowhere
Killin’ myself so I can make me a life, yeah
Minute after minute
Never had a limit
Woke up every mornin’, knew that I just had to get it
Windows always tinted
You ain’t lookin’ in it
Either way I know they’ll come for me again

Tell me why I can’t get no relief
Wonderin’ when they’ll come for me
A paranoid man makes paranoid plans
I’ll do what I can, but it’s out of my hands
Strugglin’ just to find my peace

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I know my wrist be dancing crazy
Been on some fly shit lately
Used to be so damn patient
But now it’s fuck you, pay me
Can’t let these motherfuckers phase me
Never let that money change me
Ain’t the way my mama raised me
Don’t mean to brag but can you blame me?

200k and VVS, yellow diamonds
They wanna run up but they won’t ever find me
Sleep right next to the F&N, motherfucker the government
Shut down all the plottin’
One hundred bands on my body
Fuck with them boys, touch a body
Lil mama just want my pocket
‘Rari take off like a rocket
Hold up, you too close (too close)
I don’t know, I don’t know ya
Had to run it, run it up
How I will roll, I will roll ya
It’s like after you pop off
They all act like they know ya
And Young Post be like Pablo
And they all love to blow yeah, yeah

I know my wrist be dancing crazy
Been on some fly shit lately
Used to be so damn patient
But now it’s fuck you, pay me
Can’t let these motherfuckers phase me
Never let that money change me
Ain’t the way my mama raised me
Don’t mean to brag but can you blame me?

Two hundred, swerving, dipping, dodge on the highway
You may contain me but you won’t ever stop me
On her way to my residence
Try message your boo again
She pullin’ up probably
Yeah, strally inside of that Benz
Yeah, come take a tatt on my belly
Yeah, people acting too friendly man
They tryna get dividends
This shit is a problem
Yeah, you just be talking shit but ain’t ever met me
DeChino fucked your bitch and now you resent me
I know them people but they don’t represent me
Them wastemen, we gon’ make ’em all pay
They will never stop the plan
Eighty jumping off my hand
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie
Bust it open
Holy moly

I know my wrist be dancing crazy
Been on some fly shit lately
Used to be so damn patient
But now it’s fuck you, pay me
Can’t let these motherfuckers phase me
Never let that money change me
Ain’t the way my mama raised me
Don’t mean to brag but can you blame me?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, woahh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woahh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woahh
Oh, oh, oh, oh