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Category: Post Malone

  • Cold; Song by Post Malone

    Yeah my wrist so cold, and my ice so froze
    And it’s over yeah
    Yeah my life so cold and my wrist so froze
    Yeah it’s over yeah
    Yeah my wrist so cold, and my ice so froze
    Yeah I die for you
    Yeah my ice so cold, and my wrist on froze
    Yeah I die for you
    Uh oh, oh yeah, oh yeah
    Oh yeah, oh yeah

    Yeah, Stoney he satisfied
    But it don’t bring you closure
    Diamonds my state of mind, I’m drowning in the ocean
    Just stay right where you are and don’t come any closer
    I’m just gon handle mine and just maintain composure
    People they say, learn from mistakes yeah
    We keep your space yeah , but all this pain yeah
    You say you go away yeah, still hit my lane though
    You hurt so bad when you in the wait yeah
    I needed you needed you, so what the fuck do I do?
    I needed you needed you, so what the fuck do I do?

    Oh my God, oh my God (I don’t bullshit no no more)
    Oh my God, oh my God (think about you all the time)
    Oh my God, oh my God (and I don’t care bout my money)
    It’ll never be my goal (nothing coming on my own)

    Yeah my wrist so cold, and my ice so froze
    And it’s over yeah
    Yeah my life so cold and my wrist so froze
    Yeah it’s over yeah
    Yeah my wrist so cold, and my ice so froze
    Yeah I die for you
    Yeah my ice so cold, and my wrist on froze
    Yeah I’d die for you

    My jewellery on, know you can ice cube
    And all I wanna do is just ignite you
    This Saint Laurent, mama you look nice too
    Can’t hold my tongue, don’t gather hearts too
    Remember when I fell in love? I just came up a load
    Remember aim 3 [?], told that bad bitch to get on my velour
    Hey, don’t have much to do yeah, everything is ruined
    Ain’t no secret to it, thrown the check like a Nike, I just do it

    Oh my God, oh my God (I don’t bullshit no no more)
    Oh my God, oh my God (think about you all the time)
    Oh my God, oh my God (and I don’t care bout my money)
    It’ll never be my goal (nothing coming on my own)

    Yeah my wrist so cold, and my ice so froze
    And it’s over yeah
    Yeah my life so cold and my wrist so froze
    Yeah it’s over yeah

    Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah

    Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah

  • Leave; Song by Post Malone

    She said, “Love me, ” so I love her
    She said, “Leave me, ” so I left
    Then I went to California
    And I ain’t never comin’ back
    I got a high five from a brother
    I got bloodstains on the bed
    And I ain’t sayin’ that I love her
    But this bitch is gonna drive me mad
    I said this bitch is gonna drive me mad
    (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

    You got just what I been looking for
    But you can’t bring yourself to say no
    And I ain’t never gonna let you go
    I kept wishing I would die, oh
    The whole plane ride home
    And I wish I could
    I know I should leave you alone

    I worship since I met you
    I fell down to my knees
    And when no one would accept ya
    Throw myself up on a cross and bleed
    I seen a dark cloud coming over
    I seen some evil shit in her head
    But she rode me like no other
    But this bitch is gonna drive me mad
    I said this bitch is gonna drive me mad
    (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

    You got just what I been looking for
    But you can’t bring yourself to say no
    And I ain’t never gonna let you go
    I kept wishing I would die, oh
    The whole plane ride home
    And I wish I could
    I know I should leave you alone

    You got just what I been looking for
    But you can’t bring yourself to say no
    And I ain’t never gonna let you go
    I kept wishing I would die, oh
    The whole plane ride home
    And I wish I could
    I know I should leave you alone

  • Big Lie; Song by Post Malone

    I know, I know
    I know, I know

    Run it up, run it up
    Count it up, count it up
    95 in my cup, nicotine in my blood
    Go run it, run it, count it, count it
    Go show me something, ey
    Go chuck in that shit, keep on barkin’ li’l bitch
    Bitches tryn’ get lit, ey
    Rosé poppin’ with the Balmain on me and they keep on callin’
    And they know I don’t answer my cell
    No I don’t know your mama I got so much commas
    Girl you know I’m only into myself

    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, when I pull up give that bitch my line
    And you know that I’ma get mine, yeah yeah
    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, when I pull up give that bitch my line
    And you know that I’ma get mine, yeah yeah
    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, say you got the shit you don’t got
    Heard you say that shit a hundred times, yeah yeah
    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, say you flexin’ that’s a big lie
    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, say you flexin’ that’s a big lie

    Valet the park on the whip, the Caddy the 76
    My woman gon’ box on a bitch, they don’t want no part in that shit
    I got my money jumpin’ I’m part of ballin’ on Fade
    Did it while shit came you can see that shit on replay
    I just drop the top and I pull up to you party
    I just grab a Bud then I pop the top on your boy they woulda’

    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, when I pull up give that bitch my line
    And you know that I’ma get mine, yeah yeah
    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, when I pull up give that bitch my line
    And you know that I’ma get mine, yeah yeah
    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, say you got the shit you don’t got
    Heard you say that shit a hundred times, yeah yeah

    And I know who we are yeah, and I know that we ballin’
    When you wanna get this money, I don’t want your bitch just know it

    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, when I pull up give that bitch my line
    And you know that I’ma get mine, yeah yeah

    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, say you got the shit you don’t got
    Heard you say that shit a hundred times, yeah yeah

    And I know who we are yeah, and I know that we ballin’
    When you wanna get this money, I don’t want your bitch just know it

    I know, I know
    I know, I know
    I know, I know
    I know, I know

  • Broken Whiskey Glass; Song by Post Malone

    I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass
    I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass
    Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin’ back
    So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass
    And I won’t go on, like a highway to hell
    Going too damn fast, I spilled drink on my Chanel
    And I woke up and my room’s fuckin’ trashed like a damn hotel
    Where I go next, now, only time will tell

    Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

    I done spent some time chasin’ women that don’t give a shit
    I done learned my lessons and I ain’t never gon’ forget
    Started callin’ this shit, started ballin’ and shit, started flickin’ that wrist
    They ain’t never listened now I’m makin’ them hits so I’m fuckin’ your bitch
    No it ain’t nothin’ fickle for me to forget that you ever exist
    Bet you ‘member my name when I pull up and dab with that, doesn’t exist, skrrr
    Spill lean on supreme last saturday, let that shit splash, motherfucker talk saucey
    Pass me the drugs, motherfucker let me shine
    At the white house, call my homie joe biden, he flyin’ out weed
    Smokin’ my dope, beggin’ that that be the code
    Man, don’t be silly, that shit you rockin’ is old
    Like it’s been years since you been to the store
    Feel I need milly but I ain’t from Philly
    I’m poppin’ a wheelie, I show off my grillie
    I do this for real-y and for my family
    Some shade every night, man, it’s all so familiar
    The bitches they killin’ me
    Like, bitch are you kiddin’ me?
    Ballin’, that shit, that shit killin’ me
    You can’t get rid of me
    Now you want my chain and my jeans but you no good at chemistry

    Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

  • I Had Some Help; Song by Post Malone

    You got a lotta nerve, don’t you, baby?
    I only hit the curb ’cause you made me
    You’re tellin’ all your friends that I’m crazy
    Like I’m the only one

    Why’d you throw them stones, if you
    Had a wild hair of your own or two?
    Livin’ in your big glass house with a view
    I thought you knew

    I had some help
    It ain’t like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
    Don’t act like you ain’t help me pull that bottle off the shelf
    Been deep in every weekend if you couldn’t tell
    They say teamwork makes the dream work
    Hell, I had some help (help)

    You thought I’d take the blame for us a-crumblin’
    Go ’round like you ain’t guilty of somethin’
    Already lost the game that you been runnin’
    Guess it’s catchin’ up to you, huh

    You think that you’re so innocent
    After all the shit you did
    I ain’t an angel, you ain’t heaven-sent
    Can’t wash our hands of this

    I had some help
    It ain’t like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
    Don’t act like you ain’t help me pull that bottle off the shelf
    Been deep in every weekend if you couldn’t tell
    They say, “Teamwork makes the dream work”
    Hell, I had some help (help)

    It takes two to break a heart in two, ooh
    Baby, you blame me and, baby, I blame you
    Aw, if that ain’t truth (oh)

    I had some help
    It ain’t like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
    Don’t act like you ain’t help me pull that bottle off the shelf
    Been deep in every weekend if you couldn’t tell
    They say teamwork makes the dream work
    Hell, I had some help (help)

  • Rockstar (ft. 21 Savage); Song by Post Malone

    Tank God
    Ayy (ayy)

    I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
    Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)
    All my brothers got that gas
    And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (mm)
    Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
    And show up, man, them the shottas
    When my homies pull up on your block
    They make that thing go grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow), ayy, ayy

    Switch my whip, came back in black
    I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott, ” ayy
    Close that door, we blowin’ smoke
    She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison, ayy
    Act a fool on stage
    Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car, ayy
    Shit was legendary
    Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

    Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’
    Don’t give a damn, dude, your girlfriend is a groupie
    She just tryna get in
    Sayin’, “I’m with the band”
    Ayy, ayy
    Now she actin’ outta pocket
    Tryna grab up on my pants, hundred bitches in my trailer
    Say they ain’t got a man
    And they all brought a friend
    Yeah, ayy (ayy, ayy)

    I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
    Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)
    All my brothers got that gas
    And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (mm)
    Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
    And show up, man, them the shottas
    When my homies pull up on your block
    They make that thing go grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

    I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
    Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
    Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
    And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
    Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
    And now she screamin’ out, “No más!” (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    They like, “Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
    And you only got six cars?” (21)

    I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (Kiss that)
    Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (bitch)
    Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
    L.A. bitches always askin’, “Where the Coke at?” (21, 21)
    Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
    Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
    I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard?
    Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar (ayy)

    I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
    Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)
    All my brothers got that gas
    And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
    And show up, man, them the shottas (uh)
    When my homies pull up on your block
    They make that thing go grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, grah-ta-ta-ta-ta)

    ‘Star, ‘star
    Rockstar
    Rockstar (rockstar)
    Rockstar, feel just like a-
    Rockstar (rockstar)
    Rockstar, yeah (feel just like a-)

  • Up There; Song by Post Malone

    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Woo-ooh
    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

    When I took a ride in the dead of night
    Told myself that everything was okay
    Try to understand how you standin’ over me
    Girl, it’s drivin’ me crazy
    Yeah, it’s freezin’ fuckin’ cold in the dead of night
    The only heat, it come from the ashtray
    I might as well get high as hell and just keep actin’ like
    Everything doesn’t phase me

    Yeah, take me all the way to the top, baby
    Don’t even if I tell you to stop, baby
    Take me all the way to the sky, baby, baby

    I wanna go up there
    And I don’t ever wanna come down
    I wanna see what’s up there
    Actin’ like I got it all figured out
    I wanna go up there
    And I don’t ever wanna come down
    I wanna see what’s up there
    Must be better than the hell on the ground

    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Woo-ooh
    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

    It’s freezin’ fuckin’ cold in the dead of night
    And I’ma drop the top with no Rogaine (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
    And now might sound irrelevant but I prefer to stack my chips
    When everything fallin’ (backwoods)
    And I ain’t religious but I look into the sky
    And pray to anyone holy
    I been drinkin’ way too much and man I got the blues
    Because my baby don’t hold me

    Yeah, take me all the way to the top, baby
    Don’t even if I tell you to stop, baby
    Take me all the way to the sky, baby, baby

    I wanna go up there
    And I don’t ever wanna come down
    I wanna see what’s up there
    Actin’ like I got it all figured out
    I wanna go up there
    And I don’t ever wanna come down
    I wanna see what’s up there
    Must be better than the hell on the ground
    I wanna go up there
    And I don’t ever wanna come down
    I wanna see what’s up there
    Actin’ like I got it all figured out
    I wanna go up there
    And I don’t ever wanna come down
    I wanna see what’s up there
    Must be better than the hell on the ground

  • Congratulations (ft. Quavo); Song by Post Malone

    Mm-mmm
    Yeah, yeah
    Mm-mmm
    Yeah

    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    They was never friendly, yeah
    Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
    And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
    But I know I had to have it, yeah
    For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
    I be itching like a addict, yeah
    I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
    But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
    Everyone wanna act like they important
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    But all that mean nothing when I saw my dog
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Everyone counting on me, drop the ball
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Everything costing like I’m at the bottom, yeah, yeah
    If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
    How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
    Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
    Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    I was patient, yeah, oh
    I was patient, aye, oh
    Now I can scream that we made it
    Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
    Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
    I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
    I’m looking for someone to call, baby
    But right now, I got a situation
    Nothing but old Ben-Ben Franklins
    Big rings, champagne
    My life is like a ball game
    But instead, I’m in the trap though
    Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
    Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
    Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
    Malone, I got a play on my phone, aye
    You know what I’m on, aye
    Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    Hey, hey
    Hey, hey
    Hey, hey
    Hey, hey

  • No Option; Song by Post Malone

    Hoe, I’m so clean and motherfuckers just talkin’
    Show up at the spot and now everyone
    They all watchin’
    Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit
    You leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

    Everybody asking “Post, when is the album droppin’?”
    Ever since the very first day at it, I been poppin’
    Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit
    You leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

    Ooh, swingin’ in a four-door
    Now they takin’ photos
    Bottles, we need more of those, ooh
    Say she been to every show
    And even an award
    And she always be in front row, oh yeah

    Everything that I worked for
    Waited so long to get on
    The Caddy just sits on the chrome
    I swang through on dubs on the four
    Baby wanna get in this S-Class
    Little mama, she just wanna go fast

    You know, baby, you don’t get a free pass
    So I told her “Ass, gas or grass”
    Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin’
    Gotta have perfect timin’ when I’m ridin’
    Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
    Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah

    Hoe, I’m so clean and motherfuckers just talkin’
    Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin’
    Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit
    You leave me with no option, yeah, yeah
    Now she hoppin’ in a old-school

    Swimmin’ in the carpool
    Everything is all cool, ooh
    Yeah she told me not to tell
    ‘Bout the rumors that I heard
    She said, “Everything was all true”
    Baby wanna get in this S-Class
    Little mama, she just wanna go fast

    You know, baby, you don’t get a free pass
    So I told her “Ass, gas or grass”
    Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin’
    Gotta have perfect timin’ when I’m ridin’
    Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage

    Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah
    Just me and lil’ mama, yeah
    Ridin’ around LA
    Just me and lil’ mama, yeah
    We run the city, yeah
    Baby wanna get in this S-Class
    Little mama, she just wanna go fast

    You know baby you don’t get a free pass
    So I told her ass, gas on grass
    Rolex with the diamonds keep me shining
    Gotta have perfect timin’ when I’m ridin’
    Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
    Oh oh

    So come hop in the coupe
    What do you wanna do?
    Put that dime in my coupe
    With the gold on my tooth, oh yeah

  • Deja Vu (ft Justin Bieber); Song by Post Malone

    ‘Cause I can’t take it no more
    No, you ain’t like them bitches
    Tell them hoes, “Adios”
    And you can drop your panties
    Leave them shits at the door
    Dior falls on the floor
    I swear we been here before

    I’m tryna see you from my own perspective
    You all in my section tryna come to my session
    We runnin’ a pressure, you know that we flexin’
    We bought all the bottles, we came with the models
    Girl, this a confession, I’m not like your exes
    I came in from Texas, and now that we textin’
    You can fly in whenever, now you undressin’
    Panties on the dresser, your hair gettin’ messed up
    The feelin’ we catchin’, my love is a blessin’
    Made love in that Lexus, made love in that Lexus
    I know you remember (I know you remember)

    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause you want me and I want you (ooh-ooh)
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause baby, it ain’t nothing new, no
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause you want me and I want you (ooh-ooh)
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause baby, this ain’t nothing new, ooh

    Oh, you actin’ reckless
    I told you that I need affection
    So let me point you in the right direction
    It’s so important that you get the message
    Yeah
    Yeah, I gotta say, gotta say somethin’ to you, you, you
    I’m on a roll, I’m gonna roll out in that new, new, new
    If you wanna do what I wanna do
    Well, mm-mm-mm
    Well, I guess that it’s just deja vu

    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause you want me and I want you (ooh-ooh)
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause baby, it ain’t nothing new, no
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause you want me and I want you (ooh-ooh)
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause baby, this ain’t nothing new, ooh

    Tell me if you want it, baby
    ‘Cause I know I can drive you crazy
    I just wanted you to know now
    Oh-oh, oh-oh
    Show up in that new Mercedes
    You already know I’m faded
    Girl, I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you lately
    Oh-oh, oh-oh

    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause you want me and I want you (ooh-ooh)
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause baby, it ain’t nothing new, no
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause you want me and I want you (ooh-ooh)
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause baby, this ain’t nothing new, ooh

    ‘Cause I can’t take it no more
    No, you ain’t like them bitches
    Tell them hoes, “Adios”
    And you can drop your panties
    Leave them shits at the door
    Dior falls on the floor
    I swear we been here before

  • Big Lie; Song by Post Malone

  • Feel (ft. Kehlani); Song by Post Malone

    She talking that noise, take her loving with the dawn
    Always talkin’ on the phone
    After we fuck in the morn’
    She wake up, she wearin’ my clothes
    She always be callin’ my phone
    She always be stealin’ my clothes, yeah
    Askin’ me how does it feel
    When you know you could buy out the store, yeah
    Yeah, I’m bringin’ that down to the floor
    I’m droppin’ the foreign in foreign
    Hey, I came a long way on my own, ayy
    I’m doin’ this shit on my own, ayy
    I don’t give a fuck what I’m told, ayy
    I came a long way on my own, ayy
    Now her pussy made out of gold, ayy
    I swear her pussy all in my soul, ayy
    She got that soldier
    Four days a hundred thousand
    Forever like a diamond
    She bring me back to life, yeah
    I’m so fly I’m martian
    Quit talkin’ all that nonsense
    I’m just tryna fuck you ’til you don’t know nothing

    I cross my t’s and dot my i’s yeah I’m for real (yeah, I’m for real)
    He hold me down (she hold me down)
    That’s my shit (that’s my shit)
    He buy whatever, he know the drill (know the drill)
    Don’t need no pill (no pill, no)
    He whispered in my ear and told me feel, feel, feel, oh, oh, oh

    He love that I say what I feel
    He feel what I say ’cause it’s real
    You couldn’t forget, I never changed up on my set
    And I only make calls to collect, that’s why we connect
    We can go half on a jet, baby we on to the next
    Fuck all the stress
    Fuckin’ with bitches who’s new to the game when you got you a vet
    I know you like it when I act like I’m still shy
    Then turn around and put that thing in overdrive
    I’m down to ride
    I’ma keep you on my shoulder
    ‘Cause every cold nigga need a bitch that’s ten times colder

    I cross my t’s and dot my i’s yeah I’m for real (yeah, I’m for real)
    He hold me down (she hold me down)
    That’s my shit (that’s my shit)
    He buy whatever, he know the drill (know the drill)
    Don’t need no pill (no pill, no)
    He whispered in my ear and told me feel, feel, feel, oh, oh, oh

    Hey, fuck me ’til I can’t see straight
    Make me think that hoe was a mistake
    I just need to feel you all the time
    Ride hoe, ride hoe, alright, alright, alright

  • Patient; Song by Post Malone

    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

  • Circles; Song by Post Malone

    We couldn’t turn around
    ‘Til we were upside down
    I’ll be the bad guy now
    But, no, I ain’t too proud

    I couldn’t be there
    Even when I tried
    You don’t believe it
    We do this every time

    Seasons change and our love went cold
    Feed the flame ’cause we can’t let it go
    Run away, but we’re running in circles
    Run away, run away

    I dare you to do something
    I’m waiting on you again
    So I don’t take the blame
    Run away, but we’re running in circles
    Run away, run away, run away

    Let go
    I got a feeling that it’s time to let go

    I say so
    I knew that this was doomed from the get-go

    You thought that it was special, special
    But it was just the sex though, the sex though
    And I still hear the echoes (the echoes)
    I got a feeling that it’s time to let it go, let it go

    Seasons change and our love went cold
    Feed the flame ’cause we can’t let it go
    Run away, but we’re running in circles
    Run away, run away

    I dare you to do something
    I’m waiting on you again
    So I don’t take the blame
    Run away, but we’re running in circles
    Run away, run away, run away

    Maybe you don’t understand what I’m going through
    It’s only me
    What you got to lose?
    Make up your mind, tell me
    What are you gonna do?
    It’s only me
    Let it go

    Seasons change and our love went cold
    Feed the flame ’cause we can’t let it go
    Run away, but we’re running in circles
    Run away, run away

    I dare you to do something
    I’m waiting on you again
    So I don’t take the blame
    Run away, but we’re running in circles
    Run away, run away, run away

  • Monte; Song by Post Malone

    I feel like Monte, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    Smoke Golden State oh, bitch I feel like Monte
    11 bad hoes, bitch I feel like Monte
    Assist from Rondo, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    Don’t give no fucks no, bitch I feel like Monte

    I just flew into town, fresh of the jetty
    And then I Rondo my hoe I know she ready
    Bitch I’mm sauce on them hoes, might spend some ready
    And I just cut that hoe off like a machete
    I’m a new 3 boy white boy braids
    And I hit that shit good tell that pussy go away
    She just want to come with me but that pussy ain’t a no no way no way
    Bitch I feel like Monte
    I dog it like rewind it
    Behind the back I pass it Tyson Chano with that alley

    I feel like Monte, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    Smoke Golden State oh, bitch I feel like Monte
    11 bad hoes, bitch I feel like Monte
    Assist from Rondo, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    Don’t give no fucks no, bitch I feel like Monte

    Woah damn I got bitches from Dallas up to Indy
    Used to cross up and post when I pour fours in my Phantom
    Bitch I ball like Kyle Korver when I post up in Atlanta
    I feel like Monta Ellis
    I got more hoes than Elvis
    Who the fuck say the little boy wasn’t balling
    I balling like Spalding you know this shit
    I won’t sign no contract ’til my contract built like a nigga who just won 4 and shit
    I’m first round pick you can check my diamonds they shining they big as a toe and shit
    Bitch we biting like Gators
    I count up my guap on them haters
    I love them hoes that mean I feel like I’m Monta Ellis
    Had to cut some niggas off cause they was jealous
    Bitch I’m up by 10 ain’t no coming back you know that I’m finna win
    Bitch its Lil Boat for the MVP
    All these niggas they want to be

    I feel like Monte, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    Smoke Golden State oh, bitch I feel like Monte
    11 bad hoes, bitch I feel like Monte
    Assist from Rondo, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    Don’t give no fucks no, bitch I feel like Monte

  • 40 Funk; Song by Post Malone

    40 got me funky
    I popped a molly
    Went kamikaze
    Another 40
    I’m Michael Jordan and bitch I’m scoring
    Drank two 40’s
    My bitch is foreign, she got deported
    Thousand ounces, police is knocking
    Ain’t got no worries
    Feeling funky
    I popped a molly, went kamikaze
    Another 40
    I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch I’m scoring
    Drank two 40’s, my bitch is foreign
    She got deported
    Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
    Ain’t got no worries

    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky

    I popped a molly, switching lanes
    I’m a pull up in this bitche’s Audi
    Lean in sprite and gin in tonic
    These bitches erotic
    She just wanna get inside my motherfucking pocket
    Another 40, I should stop it
    Two thousand ounces of this shit will make you feel like vomit
    But I don’t mind it, I kinda like it
    Young and wild
    We killing shit, we live this shit
    I ain’t go to the school
    They asking how I live like this
    I did my shit, 19 this year
    And I’m only getting older til’ I’m in the dirt
    How I hold a girl with two 40’s all in my hand
    But pull up on me, try me, you can catch the fade my man
    You and your friends

    40 got me funky
    I popped a molly
    Went kamikaze
    Another 40
    I’m Michael Jordan and bitch I’m scoring
    Drank two 40’s
    My bitch is foreign, she got deported
    Thousand ounces, police is knocking
    Ain’t got no worries
    Feeling funky
    I popped a molly, went kamikaze
    Another 40
    I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch I’m scoring
    Drank two 40’s, my bitch is foreign
    She got deported
    Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
    Ain’t got no worries

    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky

    Gimme the 40
    So I can be cool, yeah
    Pass me the molly, eh
    I wanna them too, no
    I can’t get enough
    Man, I’m popping them shits and I’m dropping them hits
    The music the liquor that’s why I exist
    And the money, let’s skip the obvious shit
    Ain’t living too long if I’m living like this
    Early morning waking up with the sweats
    Going through shit I ain’t never forget
    But nothing I do will I ever regret
    I need me that cheque, I need me that chronic
    I don’t remember tell me what’s my name?
    Drinking, swerving in the other lane
    Fuck a Zulu drinking acid rains

    40 got me funky
    I popped a molly
    Went kamikaze
    Another 40
    I’m Michael Jordan and bitch I’m scoring
    Drank two 40’s
    My bitch is foreign, she got deported
    Thousand ounces, police is knocking
    Ain’t got no worries
    Feeling funky
    I popped a molly, went kamikaze
    Another 40
    I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch I’m scoring
    Drank two 40’s, my bitch is foreign
    She got deported
    Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
    Ain’t got no worries

    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky

  • Feeling Whitney; Song by Post Malone

    I’ve been looking for some-
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

    And I’ve been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit
    I can’t even leave my bedroom so I keep pouring
    And I ain’t seen a light of day since, well, that’s not important
    It’s been long
    And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip Houston
    Cars and clothes, thought I was winning
    You knew I was losing
    You told me to wake up but my clock always stays on snooze
    And I’m done

    To each their own and find peace in knowing
    Ain’t always broken, but here’s to hoping
    Show no emotion, against your coding
    Just act as hard as you can
    You don’t need a friend
    Boy, you’re the man

    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

    And I’ve been looking for someone that I can buy my drugs from
    It seems like every plug ran east to Utah, became Mormons
    Drought comes around, feels like I have no one to depend on
    Sober, ugh
    I had 80 beers on Tuesday night, I had nothing to do then
    I put on a little Dwight and sang a happy tune
    And lit a cigarette, stepped out the door, had an appearance
    Drank more

    To each their own and find peace in knowing
    Ain’t always broken, but here’s to hoping
    Show no emotion, against your coding
    Just act as hard as you can
    You don’t need a friend
    Boy, you’re the man

    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

    Songwriters: Andrew Wotman / Austin Richard Post

  • Git Wit U; Song by Post Malone

    Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
    Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

    Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)
    Lil mama bust a move, (lil mama bust a move)
    Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)

    All these jewels, I’m just flossin’
    Plainly on my boss shit
    Bad bitch on my carpet
    All white, I’m so on God shit
    Hundred miles get caught shit
    Off a pill, feel nauseous
    Ain’t babysittin’ these bitches
    I ain’t Kevin Costner
    No sayin’ got her brain lit
    Wanna fuck? I’m almost famous
    She blow this thing, get faded
    Lil mama say that I’m jaded
    Maybe you saw that I’m payed up
    Your man, he keep you so caged up
    I won’t tell who you stay with
    That’s on everyone that I came with

    You know after we done I gotta roll
    You know after we done I gotta go

    Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)
    Lil mama bust a move, (lil mama bust a move)
    Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)

    I’m the fuckin’ man
    Jumpin’ out the Benz
    Every time you see
    I post these hundreds in my pants
    I’ll do what he can’t
    Just wanna see you dance
    Do something with that ass
    Girl put something in my hands
    Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
    Don’t be shy girl it’s okay
    Reload, fade, fade, fade, fade, fade
    How much did you pay, pay, pay?
    I’ma let you in my chain
    Just might let you sip this ‘pagne
    Every single night the same
    Lemme hear you say my name

    Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)
    Lil mama bust a move, (lil mama bust a move)
    Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)

  • Money Made Me Do It; Song by Post Malone

    Diamonds in my chain gold
    Every twenty minutes, change clothes
    I had a mil before the label
    Just as long as they know, money made me do it
    I said rest in peace to Bankroll
    You in a better place, dog
    You won’t ever see me lay low
    Start the engine, watch me take off, money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it
    Watch me, yeah, I said money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

    Take a ride when we wake up
    Hit the gas, melt your face off
    Spend the day counting cake up
    With a dime who think I changed up
    I took the Lincoln down Rodeo
    Ran through it like some Drain-o
    Lot of bags, can’t complain though
    We was shopping until they closed
    Why did I do that? Did I do that? Ooh, yeah
    New whip, now I can pay my rent, ooh no, ooh yeah

    Diamonds in my chain gold
    Every twenty minutes, change clothes
    I had a mil before the label
    Just as long as they know, money made me do it
    I said rest in peace to Bankroll
    You in a better place, dog
    You won’t ever see me lay low
    Start the engine, watch me take off, money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it
    Watch me, yeah, I said money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

    Got a bandana ’round my neck
    Like Bankroll Fresh
    Pocket full of street money
    ‘Bout to count my blessing
    One hundred, one thousand
    100K, one million
    We smoke, we laugh, we rap
    We talked about a vision (switch it up)
    I got diamonds like a rainbow, every time I change clothes
    Shawty fucked my friend but I act like I ain’t know
    I’mma buy a rain coat, the storm might approach you
    Clown like your daddy met your mom at a circus
    I do it on purpose, do it for the neighborhood
    Smoking on that Meagan Good, with my niggas when I do it
    Got that leather and that wood, got the marble on the floor
    Got the burglar bars on the door at the bando

    Diamonds in my chain gold
    Every twenty minutes, change clothes
    I had a mil before the label
    Just as long as they know, money made me do it
    I said rest in peace to Bankroll
    You in a better place, dog
    You won’t ever see me lay low
    Start the engine, watch me take off, money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it
    Watch me, yeah, I said money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

    Songwriters: Austin Richard Post / Tauheed Epps / Trocon Markous Roberts