#Post Malone LyricsArray

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Wow.

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Wow.

Said she tired of little money, need a big boy Pull up 20 inch blades like I’m Lil’ Troy Now it’s everybody flockin’, need a decoy Shawty mixing up the vodka with the LaCroix, yeah G-Wagen, G-Wagen, G-Wagen, G-Wagen All the housewives pullin’ up (Up, up) I got a lot of toys, 720S bumpin’ Fall Out Boy You was talkin’ shit in the beginning (Mm-mm) Back when I was feelin’ more forgivin’ (More forgivin’) I know it piss you off to see me winnin’ (See me winnin’) See the igloo in my mouth when I be grinnin’ (I be grinnin’), yeah

Hunnid bands in my pocket, it’s on me Hunnid deep when I roll like the army Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It’s a moment when I show up, got ’em sayin’, “Wow” (Wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my pocket, it’s on me (On me) Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (Know me) Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It’s a moment when I show up, got ’em sayin’, “Wow” (Wow, wow)

Everywhere I go (Hey) Catch me on the block like I’m Mutombo (Wow) 750 Lambo in the Utah snow (Skrrt) Trunk in the front like that shit Dumbo, yeah Cut the roof off like a nip-tuck Pull up to the house with some big butts Turn the kitchen counter to a strip-club (Yeah, wow) Me and Dre came for the When I got guap, all of y’all disappeared (Wow) Before I dropped Stoney none of y’all really cared (Cared) Now they always say, “Congratulations,” to the kid (Kid) And this is not a 40, but I’m pourin’ out this shit (Yeah) Used to have a lot, but I got more now (Yup) Made another hit ’cause I got bored now (Yup) Always goin’ for it, never punt fourth down Last call, Hail Mary, Prescott touchdown, ayy

Hunnid bands in my pocket, it’s on me (On me) Hunnid deep when I roll like the army (Hey) Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It’s a moment when I show up, got ’em sayin’, “Wow” (Wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my pocket, it’s on me (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (Yeah, yeah) Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It’s a moment when I show up, got ’em sayin’, “Wow”

Got ’em sayin’, “Wow” Ayy, ayy, wow Sayin’, “Wow” Wow Wow

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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Why Dont You Love Me

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Why Dont You Love Me

[Intro – Post Malone as Leon DeChino:] Let me tell you a little story Hey girl, love me

[Verse 1 – Post Malone as Leon DeChino:] In the middle of a cold dark night I heard a sound and I thought to myself, “What was that?” I got up and checked It was you walking out my door You said you loved me just moments before Why’d you lie? What the heck?

[Chorus – Post Malone as Leon DeChino & Jazzy Eff:] Our love love was as hot as a torch But you couldn’t take it anymore Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love him? Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love him? My heart was beating like a very fast drum You looked at me and said I’m not number one Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love him? Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love him?

[Interlude – Post Malone as Leon DeChino:] Let me introduce you to my friend, Jazzy Eff

[Verse 2 – Jazzy Eff & (Post Malone as Leon DeChino):] Don’t you know my friend would do anything? He would sing to you from winter to spring You betrayed him You should go away He really, really, really misses you bad (Yes he does) He remembers the times that y’all had He’s crying (I’m crying) That’s not okay

[Chorus – Post Malone as Leon DeChino & Jazzy Eff:] Our love love was as hot as a torch But you couldn’t take it anymore Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love him? Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love him? My heart was beating like a very fast drum You looked at me and said I’m not number one Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love him? Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love him?

[Bridge – Post Malone as Leon DeChino:] Stop, girl, what have you done? You used to be sweet just like bubblegum Now you are no fun You suck, you broke my heart Stop, girl, what have you done? You used to be sweet just like bubblegum Now you are no fun You suck, you broke my heart

[Chorus – Post Malone as Leon DeChino & Jazzy Eff:] Our love love was as hot as a torch But you couldn’t take it anymore Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love him? Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love him? My heart was beating like a very fast drum You looked at me and said I’m not number one Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love him? Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love him?

[Outro – Post Malone as Leon DeChino:] So tell me, why, girl? Come on

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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White Iverson (Remix)

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White Iverson (Remix)

(feat. French Montana & Rae Sremmurd)

[Intro – French Montana + Post Malone:] You know what it is when you hear that, haaaaan? Double OT Post Malone I’m a new breed Montana! Montana, haaan

[Verse 1 – French Montana:] I’m surfin’, surfin’, I’m surfin’ on you Wavy, I’m wavy, I’m wavy on you Started from the block, yeah I was broke, I Didn’t give me no choice but slingin’ that coca Dealt with the hand I was dealt like poker Came back with the 4, 5 like Michael Jordan, like Jordan Started rappin’, they was laughin’ Bought a spaceship, bought a mansion, with J-Lo in the Hamptons Now I’m dancin’, I bought me a crib with a lake Purple drank like grape, bitch jump off like Blake Diamonds lookin’ like steak They ain’t gettin’ real money, since I was so young Montana!

[Hook – Post Malone:] Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my fuckin’ pay

[Verse 2 – Post Malone:] Cigarettes and a headband Commas, commas in my head, man Slumped over like a dead man Red and black, ’bout my bread, man I’m the answer, never question Lace up, learn a lesson Bitch I’m saucin’, I do this often, don’t do no talkin’ My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans I’m ballin’, money jumpin’ Like I’m Davis from New Orleans Or bitch I’m Harden, I don’t miss nothin’ Fuck practice, this shit just happens, know y’all can’t stand it I have it, I’ll never pass it, I work my magic High average, ball on these bastards, it makes me happy It’s tragic, I make it happen, and all y’all Shaqtin’

[Pre-Hook – Post Malone:] White Iverson When I started ballin’ I was young You gon’ think about me when I’m gone I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

[Hook – Post Malone:] Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my fuckin’ pay

[Verse 3 – Slim Jxmmi:] Yeah, Slim Jxmmi I spend it as I get it, I’m ballin’ with no limits Fuck practice, I’m the illest livin’ Ain’t no games or gimmicks, I’m defyin’ physics Flyin’ through the air, saucin’ with the hair, SKRRT SKRRT Matte black Range, big diamond earrings Keep a nigga on his game, I’m ballin’ like AI Somewhere in LA, high, secret Sunday, I Blowin’ all the bank Young, Iverson When I started ballin’ I was young I need that money like them rings I never won I need that money for them rings I never won SremmLife!

[Pre-Hook – Post Malone:] White Iverson When I started ballin’ I was young You gon’ think about me when I’m gone I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

[Hook – Post Malone:] Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my fuckin’ pay

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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What's Up

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What's Up

(feat. 1st)

[Hook:] Like what’s up? What’s up with that, what’s up? Tell me what’s up with that, what’s up? What’s up? What’s up with that, what’s up? What’s up? Like what’s up? What’s up with that, what’s up? Tell me what’s up with that, what’s up? What’s up? What’s up with that, what’s up? What’s up?

What’s up with that what’s up I’m trying to talk, just fuck up Quit fucking with them buzzards I’m tryna call your number You’ve been playing way too long I’ve been smoking on that strong In the studio too long Blowing on that potent I’m just trying to get that on And I ain’t tryna stunt man, I’m tryna be honest And the style, that’s swag, bitch you know I be on it I get you what you want, I get you what you want With that Christian Louboutin, I get you that shoe on You a shoo-in for first place But I’m feeling so blue, ay And I’m sipping a forty She keep playing like Blu-ray Drop the top on that toupee And I might cop that to-day But I need me a you-day And I’m just tryna hit it, we could go up on a Tuesday (Like Makonnen, like Makonnen) And I’m trying to fuck, why you playing with me? Why you playing with me? Girl I’m trying to call your number, trying to call your number

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[1st:] What’s up with the what’s up Line going crazy I got two phones, one an I, one a flip That’s the one all the flips hit She call me when she wanna do the gymnast shit Got her doing somersaults, Gabby Douglas back flips So when’s the last time you seen a big dick? She said she like to kiss cause I got big lips And we got all that chemistry She show me images Pop a bean now we limitless You ain’t gotta be real, baby We could just pretend, aw I got her coughing and wheezing every time I pass her the indo Aw, god damn bruh, all this sauce Keypad, unlock, then she pop her top Girl pick up the phone when I call you 1st down, touchdown, I’mma go for two on you I ain’t trying to put the pressure on you I got girls from here to Arizona Like what’s up

[Hook]

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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That's It

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That's It

Woke up in a hot tub, spillin’ Moet, in the water Then I light my Marijuana, take a shot up out the choppa J’s jumpin’ out the locker, spend a little guapa She want candy, Aaron Carter I called her Candy when I saw her, pull up with my brothers Candy-painted flyin’ saucer, test me, you’ll get flyin’ colors

Hunnid bitches coming up the steps Turn the front lights on, when I know they on they way She said she don’t wanna do too much drugs Believe me, baby, I do this shit like every day like every day

She don’t want a thing, I don’t want a thing She come over, pop a couple beans And that’s it, and that’s it She don’t want a thing, I don’t want a thing She come over, pop a couple beans And that’s it, and that’s it

Wanna talk about them Martins?, Do you wanna talk about them Jordans? Enjoy a 40 every mornin’, Everclear and some recordin’ 101, on the 101 like Jeff Gordon, I just popped a pill, she just popped a pill And we might just pop some more, I ain’t stoppin’ ’til like 20 Up until like 4, SmartWater like some dummies Taking shots up out the semi, that shit kill me like I’m Kenny

Oh, bitches walking down the steps Turn the front lights off, got a blunt all to myself No I don’t want all this shit to get too deep But listen baby, there ain’t no shit with you and me No “you and me,” no

She don’t want a thing, I don’t want a thing She come over, pop a couple beans And that’s it, and that’s it She don’t want a thing, I don’t want a thing She come over, pop a couple beans And that’s it, and that’s it

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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Tear$

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Tear$

(feat. 1st)

[Hook:] I wipe my tears with the money, yeah I wipe my tears with the money, yeah That Supreme takes the pain away I wipe my tears with the money, yeah [x2]

What you know about me? Y’all don’t really know shit and I’m fuckin’ your bitch right now And I really really hate to prolly say right now Supreme on my back and I’m whippin’ the woo Man these bitches don’t know, man these bitches don’t know I’m swaggin’ on these hoes and I pull up in that woo And I pull up on that road, doin’ hundred miles and hold Man I poke another hole, I smoke another O And I pour another O and I smoke another Pull up on Fairfax, drop top Hop out into the ‘Preme store, top notch Already bread jumping out the pockets Ain’t no worries, wipe my tears with my dollars

[Hook x2]

[1st:] If I got an issue, I don’t need no tissue My bitch started cryin’, I bought her a shitzu You gotta do what you gotta do just to get through And if you play with my money, your mom gon’ miss you I started throwin’ a tantrum, so I copped me a Phantom And every time she gets mad, I throw the keys to the Jag Broke niggas call me materialistic We do not ball the same, you’re still learnin’ how to pivot Since I got rich, I don’t drink beer Leave the mall, leave a trail of tears I told my son don’t have no fears If he ever feels down we can take off in the leer We could be gone tomorrow, love today And when that check hit my account, this what I say

[Hook x2]

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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Squad

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Squad

[Intro – Post Malone:] A double cup up for my bitches who on the floor shaking they ass, whoa Bring it on over but baby forgive me if I took the grab, oh I’m rocking off white with the camo I’m spilling Ciroc on my Ablo I’m trying to fuck with some millions I promise won’t stop till I have em’

[Verse – Post Malone:] Air Jordans to the ripped jeans I’m in all black with my gold teeth Put the OG in the codeine your bitch she so thirsty Said “Oh Lambo Mercy” fuck the police tryna search me Smoke JUJU tryna curse me Fuck any motherfucker tryna hurt me Get smart, quick unzip way too much zip Undid zip too much zip Man, fuck out my business Young Post get the bills quick Gold chains young white Slick Rick Boy graining my new whip Drink 40s till I feel sick

[Hook – Post Malone:] I got drugs on drugs on drugs on drugs on drugs I got bars on bars on bars ARs, and a bad bitch in my car I’m a do it for my squad I’m a do it for my squad Bitch I do it for my squad Bitch I do it for my squad Bitch I’m a do it for my squad Bitch I do it for my squad Bitch I do it for my squad Bitch I do it for my squad

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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Santa Fe

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Santa Fe

I see shit in LA sky LA nights getting too damn high Codeine in my blood, mud in my sprite Nicotine in a bud on LA lights Fuck all that shit about a human rush I’m making real cliche black and white I don’t wan’t to see your face in my line aside Oh boy you try to stuntin’ on me It don’t happen Couple benjies stashing at matress Tell her back it up she ass backwards Sorta I’m a bring it back to my adject To tell her she can have a sit with my active She going smoke weed and then she going ash it Tell that girl don’t be getting distractive Boy! I pull up with your hoe The voodoo good so I roll it Thirteen blunts boy I smoke it Thirteen life boy I know it Throw four in it when I feeling whitney All this drinking is killing my kidneys All this sip I’m sipping going to kill me And motherfuckers walk like they ridding with me Two shine in my mouth Bad bitches all on my couch You know us for a win a backout Hit em with a [?] wow-wap she blackout Boy I don’t drink so much I pass out Hoes fall asleep in order ass out Boy I don’t drink so much I pass out Woke up in a spot on my cashout

I see shit in LA sky [x4] No op

Santa fe Santa fe

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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Rockstar (Latin Remix)

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Rockstar (Latin Remix)

(feat. Nicky Jam & Ozuna)

[Nicky Jam:] Hey, yo Nicky Jam Ozuna (Ozuna) Post Malone Spanish Remix Trapstar Tank God

Hago lo que quiera, compro lo que quiera Porque soy un rockstar (-tar) Voy pal’ avión privado en el Ferrari En el tablero “180” (180) Voy de camino a Suiza pa’ lanzar mi propio Hublot a la venta Y voy llamando al ruso porque quiero gastarme un millón en prendas

Una Panamera, un F12 frente a casa Gucci, Ferragamo, compro todo plaza (ajá) Fino pa’ los cortas ratas que te cazan Miles de hipócritas que vienen y te abrazan (ye, ye) Vivo la vida como un rey Kilos de música de Medellín a Monterrey (rey) Siempre cruzando todos los límites de la ley (ley) Mi movie siempre está en play (play) Vivo la vida como un rockstar Los que tiraron ya no existen obvio no están Tengo brujas que con los palos te acuestan Con peine doble lleno que se manifiestan Dicen que el dinero el alma me consume Yo sigo celebrando en un jet por las nubes Nadie me las daba cuando abajo solo estuve Ahora la cuenta nunca declina siempre sube Siempre sube, siempre sube, siempre (woo)

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

[Ozuna:] Ta’ bien, ustedes son los que más tienen Vamos pa’ los números y verán que son mis nenes Lo que yo me compro no es pa’ frontearle a ustedes Es pa’ yo llevarme a su mujer en la Mercedes Maybach, Jeep Wagon, la llevo al privado 30 mil de altura de camino a Colorado Le regalo un AP en oro rosado Me dice que le gusta en el avión si se lo hago Pregúntale a tu patrón que sabe lo que es de amor En PR calentón, en DR reclamón y conecta’o en el Bronx Pregúntale a tu patrón que sabe lo que es de amor En PR calentón, en DR reclamón y conecta’o en el Bronx

Yo soy una estrella, to’as las babys a mí me quieren, me reclaman 200 el Richard Miller pero más cabrón que la casa ésta salda Yo no tengo enemigos tampoco amigos, a todos los trato por igual Que canto pa’ las babys no significa que no te la pueda buscar

[Post Malone:] I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (-sta) Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas (-tas) When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta)

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star Rockstar Rockstar, feel just like a rock… Rockstar Rockstar Rockstar Feel just like a…

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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Magic

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Magic

[Hook:] Pulled a bitch out the hat, yeah that’s… magic And I got a lotta bitches at my… mansion Molly, stogies, gas, and some… matches Got your wifey on my lap like Outkast, tragic Magic Magic, alakazam Magic Magic, well I, alakazam

[Verse:] 32 ounces on me like I’m Magic Magic Johnson 3, I ain’t playin’ basketball And we got some molly, magic potion, alcohol I’m with Aphrodite, drinkin’ nectar of the gods Wakin’ up to some Swishers and some liquor Fuck ’em or fuck her, whatever get me faded quicker She grind on my zipper cause I’m a big tipper She stay in L.A. like she play for the Clippers You see what we whippin’, whole crew is shittin’ on mothafuckas Can’t stand the heat then get the fuck out the kitchen I got that Houdini, disappear her bikini She rub on my lamp, damn I feel like a genie On my magic carpet, I’m poppin’ a wheelie So fresh, you can’t see me, I do this routinely I don’t do no freebies, you feel me? I need me a couple bands They appear in my fuckin’ hands

[Hook:] Pulled a bitch out the hat, yeah that’s… magic And I got a lotta bitches at my… mansion Molly, stogies, gas, and some… matches Got your wifey on my lap like Outkast, tragic Stony, magic Magic, alakazam Magic Magic, well I, alakazam

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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Holyfield

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Holyfield

You seem a little different, from the last time I saw you I hear it in the way you talk too Don’t know why you’re trying to be somebody new You seem a little different, from the last time I saw you I hear it in the way you talk too Don’t know why you’re trying to be somebody new

I’m faded off a whole pill Suburban swerve on ghost wheels Bitch biting on my ear like I’m Holyfield Got the gas and the splash like an oil spill We don’t give no fucks ’bout how you feel We don’t give no fucks man we riding still Ain’t got no fucks to give that’s on moms for real Ain’t got no fucks to give that’s on moms for real For real, for real

I say send that cup over, they say they got one on the way I said what part of ‘I am the shit’ do you not understand She said she unemployed but that mouth can work You’ll drown in the wave if you cannot surf If you don’t know how to surf

You seem a little different, from the last time I saw you I hear it in the way you talk too Don’t know why you’re trying to be somebody new

I’m faded off a whole pill Suburban swerve on ghost wheels Bitch biting on my ear like I’m Holyfield Got the gas and the splash like an oil spill We don’t give no fucks ’bout how you feel We don’t give no fucks man we riding still Ain’t got no fucks to give that’s on moms for real Ain’t got no fucks to give that’s on moms for real For real, for real

I, I know this is a lot to take in right now But all that I did was to make all my family royal I still got to stunt I still got to flex For the muhfuckers that said I wasn’t going to be shit Man I got to I go to show that they’re wrong

You seem a little different, from the last time I saw you I hear it in the way you talk too Don’t know why you’re trying to be somebody new

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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Fuck The Internet

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Fuck The Internet

A-yeah-yeah-yeah (ohh) Woah-oh-oh A-yeah-yeah-yeah

I just seen lil’ mama Instagram an’ she flexin’ Don’t care about your puppies, just that ass and them breastses So good, you a model, damn I never woulda guessed it An’ if you tryna throw out all them vibes, I’ma catch ’em The lifes that we live is just too dangerous Paranoid since they’ve been leakin’ my shit Wonder if it’ll come out on the web An’ I can’t help all these bitches on my dick Takin’ a photo an’ postin’ that shit Comin’ home late an’ I crawl into bed She always be askin’ me, “Where have you been?”, woah The world has gone to shit an’ we all know that People freakin’ out, like, hit the Prozac Leon DeChino shorts got all the blows, man Well, fuck the internet, an’ you can quote that, woah

It’s a lot; well, if ignorance is bliss, then don’t wake me up An’ I’ll prolly be the last to know ‘Cause I don’t get on the internet no more It’s a lot, and they try so hard just to fuck shit up An’ I’ll prolly be the last to know ‘Cause I don’t get on the internet no more

It’s a lot; well, if ignorance is bliss, then don’t wake me up An’ I’ll prolly be the last to know ‘Cause I don’t get on the internet no more It’s a lot, and they try so hard just to fuck shit up An’ I’ll prolly be the last to know ‘Cause I don’t get on the internet no more

Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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Congratulations (Remix)

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Congratulations (Remix)

(feat. Quavo & Future)

[Future:] Worked so hard, forgot to vacation, yeah They ain’t never had the dedication, yeah People said we changed and look, we made it Metro Boomin want some more nigga

[Post Malone:] 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” (uh) Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh) They ain’t never had the dedication (uh) People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it (uh) Yeah, we made it (uh)

[Future:] We been jumpin’ out a foreign, yeah Hoppin’ in somethin’ foreign, yeah They was comin’, laughin’ Now we number one in Paris, yeah Wake up every mornin’ and I can touch the sky I know they gon’ hate, but they don’t know ’bout who we are I catch a body on anything Came from the bottom, they envy me I’m drippin’ sauce tremendously Promise, never give ’em sympathy I told my momma the money comin’ fast, fast, fast In this industry The ones who used to envy me I’m turnin’ up on ’em instantly, yeah

[Future () & Both] My momma called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was young I dreamed it all for my city But no, they say I will always sell drugs But now they say [Future & Post Malone:] “congratulations” [Post Malone:] Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh) They ain’t never had the dedication (uh) People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it (uh) Yeah, we made it (uh)

[Post Malone:] 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, yuh But they didn’t know me last year, yuh Everyone wanna act like they important (yeah) But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yuh (yeah) Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yuh (yeah) Everything custom like I’m at the border, yah, yah 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

[Post Malone (Quavo):] 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” (congratulations) Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (ooh) They ain’t never had the dedication People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it (uh) Yeah, we made it (uh, yah)

[Quavo:] I was patient (yah, uh) I was patient (ayy, uh) Now I can scream that we made it (we made it) Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say, “congratulations” (uh) Young nigga, young nigga, graduation (yah) I pick up the rock and I ball, baby (ball) I’m looking for someone to call, baby (brr) But right now, I got a situation (ayy) Never old Ben-Ben Franklins (cashes) Big rings-ooh-, champagne (champagne) My life is like a ball game (ball game) But instead, I’m in the trap though (trap though) Pot so big, call it Super Bowl (Super Bowl) Super Bowl, call the hoes (brr) Get in the Rolls (skrrr) Top-floor lifestyle (top) Huncho and Post-yah, ayy-Malone (ayy) I gotta play on my phone (aye) You know what I’m on (ayy) Huncho Houdini is gone (ayy)

[Post Malone:] My momma called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on [Future:] I dreamed it all for my city, but no (I dreamed) [Post Malone:] They said I wouldn’t be nothing Now they always say, “congratulations” (uh) [Future (Quavo):] Worked so hard, I need my medication, uh-huh (ooh) All it took was dedication (ayy) Driving foreigns with no registration, oh we made it (ayy)

[Future:] I dreamed it all If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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Came Up

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Came Up

(feat. Key!)

[Hook – Post Malone:] Bitch I came up and I don’t know I don’t know where I go tomorrow Bitch I came up and I don’t know I don’t know what’s gonna come tomorrow Bitch I came up and I don’t know I don’t know where I go tomorrow Bitch I came up and I don’t know I don’t know what’s gonna come tomorrow

[Verse 1 – Key:] I don’t even worry about tomorrow It might be some money it might be a hoe I don’t where I’m a be tomorrow Might be counting dough, in bed with your hoe Ok her nose keep running and the money keep coming I’m a keep balling hey, Rucker Park Spalding hey Care free I’ve be leaving care free So much kush in the air we can barely even breathe I really worry about things I don’t know You say I’m living wrong you ain’t wrong, money long So think about it it ain’t nothing I don’t know All the money that I saw I don’t think I’m ever wrong

[Hook – Post Malone:] Bitch I came up and I don’t know I don’t know where I go tomorrow Bitch I came up and I don’t know I don’t know what’s gonna come tomorrow Bitch I came up and I don’t know I don’t know where I go tomorrow Bitch I came up and I don’t know I don’t know what’s gonna come tomorrow

[Verse 2 – Post Malone:] Don’t bother, bitch don’t bother I just left the mall balling hard like Jordan Out in Fairfax I was smoking Marlboro Bitch we so high, bitch I’m high as Ayatollah Bitch I’m three high, bitch I’m high as Ayatollah She don’t want that white coca I ain’t talking soda Bitch ask me do you love me I’m like what I told ya As I woke up I was smoking on that strong again That forty keep it funky, I keep it funky Man I’m smoking on that potent, that’s unimportant I just wanted her to fuck me, need her to fuck me And she just want all of my money all my fucking money

[Hook – Post Malone:] Bitch I came up and I don’t know I don’t know where I go tomorrow Bitch I came up and I don’t know I don’t know what’s gonna come tomorrow Bitch I came up and I don’t know I don’t know where I go tomorrow Bitch I came up and I don’t know I don’t know what’s gonna come tomorrow

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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Boy Bandz

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Boy Bandz

[Intro x2:] I got N’Sync dancing on my neck And these Cubans cost a motherfucking check Got boy bands like I’m Lance Bass So pretty ‘lil momma come away (Come away, come away, come away) Baby bye bye bye Baby bye bye bye I got N’Sync dancing on my neck And these Cubans cost a motherfucking check Got boy bands like I’m Lance Bass Pretty ‘lil momma come away (Come away, come away, come away) Baby bye bye bye Baby bye bye bye

[Hook x2:] I got N’Sync dancing on my neck And these Cubans cost a motherfucking check Got boy bands like I’m Lance Bass Pretty ‘lil momma come away I got N’Sync dancing on my neck And these Cubans cost a motherfucking check Got boy bands like I’m Lance Bass Pretty ‘lil momma come away

[Verse:] Ay Young motherfucker swing my gold Everybody act like they know Everybody want to do the most I don’t do balmains no more And tell that motherfucker pour more I spill ghost blood on my coat Might rock Moncler when I’m cold Goddamn that’s a whole ‘lotta dough Got them Backstreet Boys, ay Lot of change but I swear I ain’t ever change And I might pull up in a Mercedes With 16 gold teeth in my face And you know if I want it I’m a get it And if I owe you something I’m a pay it If you want to say something then say it If you want to try the jewels, make my day

[Hook:] I got N’Sync dancing on my neck And these Cubans cost a motherfucking check Got boy bands like I’m Lance Bass So pretty ‘lil momma come away

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.

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#mood

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#mood

Homie you’s a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Homie you’s a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin’ at shit you can’t buy Homie you’s a window shopper At the dealership trying to get a test drive Homie you’s a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet But they ain’t understand they see the work I put into it I’m guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits 20 years old, 20 carats my bezel heavy Doors suicide they say a word in remembrance And they just wanna see me fail but dawg I ain’t havin’ it They wanna tear me down and tell you “youngin’ you can’t handle it” And I’m just here to tell em their shit never happenin’ And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool Flu game pose people callin’ me the G.O.A.T People gettin’ heated shit my rollie still cold Aye-ye-ye I got cha-ay-ay-ange Why you even lookin’? You ain’t pay-ay-in’ I’m still loyal what the fuck is ya’ll sayin’? Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain

Homie you’s a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Homie you’s a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin’ at shit you can’t buy Homie you’s a window shopper In the dealership tryin to get a test drive Homie you’s a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet But they ain’t understand they see the work I put into it I’m guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits 20 years old, 20 carats my bezel heavy Door’s suicide they say a word they remember it And they just wanna see me fail but dawg I ain’t havin’ it They wanna tear me down and tell you “youngin’ you can’t handle it” And I’m just here to tell em their shit never happenin’ And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool Flu game pose people callin’ me the G.O.A.T People gettin’ heated shit my rollie still cold Aye-ye-ye I got cha-ay-ay-ange Why you even lookin’? You ain’t pay-ay-in’ I’m still loyal what the fuck is ya’ll sayin’? Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain

Who is Post Malone

Austin Richard Post – American rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and guitarist, known as Post Malone. His first song “White Iverson” was first recognized in February 2015. In August 2015, Malone signed a contract with Republic Records. December 9, 2016 released his studio album Stoney.