Post Malone New Album and Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah... I know my wrist be dancin' 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 faze 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 I sleep right next to the F and N, motherfuckers the government Shut down all the plottin' 100 bands on my body Fuck with them boys, touch your body Lil mama just want my pockets 'Rari take off like a rocket Hol' up, you too close I don't know, I don't know ya' Had to run it, run it up How I roll, how I 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 the blow, yeah I know my wrist be dancin' crazy Been on some fly shit lately Used to be so damn patient But n

Double OT I'm a new breed 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 I got me some braids and I got me some hoes Started rockin' the sleeve, I can't ball with no Joes You know how I do it, Concords on my toes (This shit is hard) I ain't rich yet, but you know I ain't broke, I So if I see it, I like it, buy that from the store, I I'm with some white girls and they lovin' the coca Like they're OT Double OT like I'm KD, smokin' OG And you know me, in my 2-3s and my gold teeth Bitch I'm smiling, bet you see me from the nosebleeds I'm the new 3 and I change out to my new 3s White Iverson When I started ballin' I was you

Yeah, my wrist so cold and my ice on froze And it's all for you Yeah, my ice so cold and my wrist on froze Yeah it's all for you Yeah, my wrist so cold and my ice on froze Yeah, I'd die for you Yeah, my ice so cold and my wrist on froze Yeah, I'd die for you Yeah, stuntin', it's satisfyin' but it don't bring you closure Diamonds my state of mind, I'm drownin' 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 You 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 went away, 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 A lot of bullshit on my mind Oh my God, oh my God I think about you all the time Oh my God, oh my God And I don't care &

Hoe, I look 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 bring it a little shorter He be on the boarder She always bring four rolls, oh yeah Everything that I went 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 Lil' momma, 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 shining Gotta have perfect timing when I'm riding Brand new Aston

[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 [Justin Bieber & Post Malone:] Tell me is that deja vu? Cause you want me and I want you Tell me is that deja vu? Cause baby it ain't nothing new, no Tell me is that deja vu? Cause you want me and I want you Tell

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, aye, aye Go, talkin' that shit Keep on barkin' lil' bitch Bitches tryna get lit, damn Rosé poppin' with the Balmain on me And I keep on callin' And they know that I don't answer my cell No, I don't know your momma 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, get this bitch live And you know that Imma get mine, yeah, yeah Say you flexin', that's a big lie When I pull up, get this bitch live And you know that Imma get mine, yeah, yeah Say you flexin', that's a big lie Say you got that 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&

[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

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

[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 m

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

[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 d

7 "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 wr

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 th

[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

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 c

It's true that all that you know is all that you are You said that it's all that you want and more Fuck off and pour another drink And tell me what you think You know that I'm too drunk to talk right now You put your cigarette out on my face So beautiful, please woman Don't break your back for me I'll put you out of your misery Tell me that it's all okay (tell me that it's all okay) I've been waitin' on this all damn day (waitin' on this all damn day) Call me in the mornin', tell me how last night went I'm here, but don't count on me to... Stay a little longer if you convince me You tell me all the things that you have against me Every time we make up, the truth is faded Everybody's blind when the view's amazin' Damn, who are we right now? Can we have a little conversation? Figure it out with no intoxication We carry on, what is our motivation? We're never wrong, how the hell we gonna make it?

[Post Malone:] Hahahahaha Tank God Ayy, 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 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 grrrata-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 from my pants Hundred bi

[Post Malone:] Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ayy Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy I made my first million, I'm like, "Shit, this is it," ayy 30 for a walk through, man, we had that bitch lit, ayy Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip Out the window of the Benzo, we get seen in the rent' And I'm like "

Yeah, yeah, mmm Candy paint with the white on top Lambo doors are the oo-op drop If you busy plotting on what I got Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thought Hundred 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 oo-op drop (drop) If you busy plotting on what I got Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thought (pop) Hundred 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 (yuh) 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 (