Post Malone - Stoney Lyrics
Broken Whiskey Glass
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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' trashed like a damn hotel
Where I go next, now, only time will tell
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 f*ckin' your bitch
No it ain't nothin' fickle for me to forget that you ever exist
Bet you remember my name when I pull up and dab with that, doesn't exist, skrrr
Spill lean on supreme last Saturday, let that shit splash, motherf*cker talk saucey
Pass me the drugs, motherf*cker 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 [?] but I ain't from Philly
I'm poppin' a wheelie, I show off my grillie
I do this for really and for my family
Some shade every night, man, it's all so family
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
Writer: Austin Richard Post, Rex Kudo, Markous Roberts, Idan Kalai
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Big Lie
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' lil bitch
Bitches tryn' get lit, ey
Rose poppin' with the Balmain on me and I 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 day 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 cattie 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 buddy
I just grab a Bud then I pop the top [?]
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 day 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, say you got the shit you don't got
Heard you day 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
Writer: Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, Lewis Hughes, Louis Bell, Nicholas Audino, Te Whiti Te Rangitepaia Mataa Warbrick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, DIGITAL ROYALTY DISTRIBUTION, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Deja Vu
[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 me is that deja vu?
Cause baby this ain't nothing new, no
[Justin Bieber:]
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, 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 uhm-uhm-uhm
Well I guess that's just deja vu
[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 me is that deja vu?
Cause baby it ain't nothing new, no
Tell me if you want it baby
Cause I know I can drive you crazy
I just wanted you to know now
Show up in that new Mercedes
You already know I'm faded
Girl I've been thinkin' about you lately
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 me is that deja vu?
Cause baby it ain't nothing new, no
[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
Writer: Adam King Feeney, Anderson Hernandez, Louis Bell, Justin Bieber, Julian C. Swirsky, Matthew Adam Tavares, Austin Richard Post, Markous Roberts, Carl Austin Rosen, Kaan Gunesberk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Option
Hoe I'm so clean and motherf*ckers 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 that I been poppin'
Don't wanna prove you wrong but shit you leave me with no option, yeah yeah
Ohh, swingin' in a four door, now they takin' photos
Bottles we need more of those, ohh
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 old
The caddie just sits on the chrome, I swang through on dubs on the 4
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 shining
Gotta have perfect timing when I'm riding
Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage, oh oh oh yeah
Hoe I'm so clean and motherf*ckers 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
'Less you hoppin' in a old school, swimmin' in the car pool, everything is all cool
And she told me not to tell with all the rumors that I heard, she said that 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 shining
Gotta have perfect timing when I'm riding
Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage, oh oh oh 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 or grass
Rolex with the diamonds keep me shining
Gotta have perfect timing when I'm riding
Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage, oh oh oh yeah
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
Writer: Austin Richard Post, Christopher Arthur Rude, Idan Kalai, Justin Beiber, Louis Bell, Michael John Dewey Hancock, Michael Taylor McGinnis, Trocon Markous Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © ST MUSIC LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cold
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 yeah
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 might [?]
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 need you needed you, so what the f*ck do I do?
I need you needed you, so what the f*ck 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 [?] (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 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 vlore
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 [?] (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
Writer: Adam King Feeney, Austin Richard Post, Trocon Markous Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
White Iverson
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 (swaggin')
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you (swish, ooh, ayy)
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 f*ckin' 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) Ooh
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 OT
Double OT like I'm KD, smokin' OG
And you know me, in my 2-3s and my gold teeth
Bitch, I'm smilin', bet you see me from the nosebleeds
I'm the new three and I change out to my new 3s
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
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 f*ckin' pay
Ooh, Stoney
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'
F*ck practice, this shit just happens, know y'all can't stand it
I have it, I 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'
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
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 f*ckin' pay
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Writer: Andre Jackson, Austin Richard Post, Idan Kalai, Rex Kudo, Trocon Markous Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Fall Apart
Ooh, I fall apart
Ooh, yeah, mm
She told me that I'm not enough (yeah)
And she left me with a broken heart (yeah)
She fooled me twice and it's all my fault (yeah)
She cut too deep, now she left me scarred (yeah)
Now there's so many thoughts goin' through my brain (yeah)
And now I'm takin' these shots like it's Novocaine, yeah
Ooh, I fall apart
Down to my core
Ooh, I fall apart
Down to my core
Ooh, didn't know it before
Surprised when you caught me off guard
All this damn jewelry I bought
You was my shorty, I thought
Never caught a feelin' this hard
Harder than the liquor I pour
Tell me you don't want me no more
But I can't let go
Everybody told me so
Feelin' like I sold my soul
Devil in the form of a whore
Devil in the form of a whore
You said it
No, you said it
No, you said it
We'd be together, oh
Ooh, I fall apart
Down to my core
Ooh, I fall apart
Down to my core
Ooh, didn't know it before
Surprised when you caught me off guard
All this damn jewelry I bought
You was my shorty, I thought
Ice keep pourin' and the drink keep flowin'
Try and brush it off, but it keep on goin'
Covered in scars and I can't help showin'
Whippin' in the foreign and the tears keep rollin'
Ice keep droppin' and the drink keep flowin'
Try to brush it off but it keep on goin'
All these scars, can't help from showin'
Whippin' in the foreign and the tears keep rollin', yeah
Ooh, I fall apart
Down to my core
Ooh, I fall apart
Down to my core
Ooh, didn't know it before
Surprised when you caught me off guard
All this damn jewelry I bought
You was my shorty, I thought
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, ayy, ayy
Writer: Carlo Montagnese, William Walsh, Austin Richard Post
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Patient
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 f*ck you, pay me
Can't let these motherf*ckers 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, motherf*cker the government
Shut down all the plottin'
One hundred bands on my body
F*ck 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 f*ck you, pay me
Can't let these motherf*ckers 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 f*cked 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 f*ck you, pay me
Can't let these motherf*ckers 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
Writer: Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Go Flex
Lighting stog after stog, choke on the smoke
They tell me to quit, don't listen what I'm told
Help me forget that this world is so cold
I don't even know what I'm chasin' no more
Tell me what I want, just keep searchin' on
It's never enough, cup after cup, blunt after blunt
I wouldn't give one if I could find a f*ck, ha, ha, ha
In the cut and I put that on my momma
And my bitch called talkin' 'bout some drama
I swear there ain't no time for women on the come up
It's either the pussy or the commas
Man I just wanna go flex
Gold on my teeth and on my neck
And I'm stone cold with the flex
With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
Man I just wanna go flex
Gold on my teeth and on my neck
And I'm stone cold with the flex
With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
Push the gas, get a motherf*ckin' nose bleed
She ain't never met a youngin' do it like me
She got a man but says she really like me
She doin' things to excite me
She sending all her friends snaps of my new tracks
'Cause all these hoes know what's about to come next
I hit my plug up, got the paper connect
I drop a couple bands I just wanna go
Man I just wanna go flex
Gold on my teeth and on my neck
And I'm stone cold with the flex
With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
Man I just wanna go flex
Gold on my teeth and on my neck
And I'm stone cold with the flex
With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
Knowing all of this
Just don't make a difference
I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen
I came with the heat man, I swear I'm never missing
And I'm still the same and I swear I'm never switching
Knowing all of this
It just don't make a difference
I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen
I came with the heat man, I swear I'm never missing
And I'm still the same and I swear I'm never switching
Man I just wanna go flex
Gold on my teeth and on my neck
And I'm stone cold with the flex
With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
Man I just wanna go flex
Gold on my teeth and on my neck
And I'm stone cold with the flex
With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
Man I just wanna go flex
Gold on my teeth and on my neck
And I'm stone cold with the flex
So cold with the flex
Writer: Austin Richard Post, Rex Kudo, Ryan Vojtesak, Idan Kalai
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Feel
[Post Malone:]
She talkin' that noise, take her lovin' with the dawn, always talkin' on the phone
After we f*ck 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 it at 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 f*ck 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 moshin'
Quit talkin' all that nonsense
I'm just tryna f*ck you 'til you don't know nothin'
[Kehlani (Post Malone):]
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) yeah 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
[Kehlani:]
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
F*ck all the stress
F*ckin' 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
[Kehlani (Post Malone):]
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)
Yeah that's my shit (that's my shit)
He buy whatever (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
[Post Malone:]
Hey, f*ck 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
Writer: Austin Richard Post, Idan Kalai, Markous Roberts, Kehlani Parrish, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Too Young
I don't wanna die too young
Yeah, too young, yeah, too young...
I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young
Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah
I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young
I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long
Came up, don't know, I just keep going with the flow
I just wanna go and cop me somethin'
I hit Fairfax, go shoppin' though
She just wanna hit that bathingroom, hold that guap like a register
Keep on winning, need that guap though
Like I'm cash out, eat at papadeauxs
Flowing on to the Galapagos, running and grab the dough
Man this shit never minimal, feel like an animal
Yeah bitch, I try to keep me cool, your life never going, never going back
Yeah, I don't wanna die too young, I don't wanna die too young
When I get that cash it's hallelujah, Aye hallelujah, aye hallelujah, aye hallelujah
I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young
Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah
I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young
I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long
My whip fast, my bitch bad, I skrrr skrrr, that coupe fast
My coupe fast, your bitch know
My bitch slow, she do what I say so and she always keep me on my toes
Poppin' that woe, man I be gone
Just watch me go, bitches they watching me go
Walking around, aye I pick that band up, then I go drop that shit off
Pull up in a Porsche, shit poppin' off
Pop that shit off, I got that bitch off, I tell her to knock that shit off
And I got my nut off and she washed my nuts off
I want that shit, I got that shit, pop that shit
Got rich quick, suck my...
You know it make me God damn numb
When I see 'em die so God damn young
(I don't wanna die)
I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young
Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah
I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young
I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long
I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young
Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah
I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young
I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long
Writer: Austin Richard Post, Michael F. Hernandez, Justin Lashane Moseley, Carlos Suarez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Congratulations
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (hey)
My mama 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, uh, uh)
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh)
They ain't never had the dedication (uh, uh)
People hatin', say we changed and look, we made it (uh, uh)
Yeah, we made it (uh, uh, uh)
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I'm jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I knew I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I'm a savage, yeah
Had me itching like a habit, 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 dough, yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Everyone counting on me drop the ball, yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Everything custom like I'm at the border, yeah, yeah
If you f*ck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make cents 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 mama 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 (ayy, uh, uh)
People hatin', say we changed and look we made it (uh, uh)
Yeah, we made it (uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I was patient (yeah)
Oh, I was patient (ayy, ooh)
Now I can scream that we made it (we made it)
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say 'gratulation (uh)
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation (yeah)
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby (ball)
I'm looking for someone to call, baby (brrt)
But right now I got a situation (ayy)
Nothin' but old Ben, Ben Franklins (cash)
Big rings (woo), 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, woo)
Super Bowl, call the hoes (brrt), get in the Rolls (skrrt)
Top floor lifestyle (top), Honcho and Post (yeah, ayy)
Malone (ayy), I got a play on my phone (ayy)
You know what I'm on (ayy)
Huncho Houdini is gone (ayy)
My mama 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" (ayy, uh, uh, uh)
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh, ooh)
They ain't never had the dedication (ayy, uh, uh)
People hatin', say we changed and look we made it (yeah)
Yeah, we made it (ayy)
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Writer: Adam King Feeney, Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Leland Tyler Wayne, Louis Russell Bell, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Up There
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' f*ckin' cold in the dead of night, the only heat is comin' 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
It's freezin' f*ckin' cold in the dead of night and I'ma drop the top with no [?] skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
And now my sound is realer, vamp it out, before the stop my chips never did fall in, backwoods
And I ain't religious but I look into the sky and I pray to anyone holy
I been drinkin' way too much and man I go the blues 'cause man, 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
Writer: Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Louis Russell Bell, Pharrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Yours Truly Austin Post
I just came down from the high of my life
I just, I just came down from the high of my life
See us popping champagne, we could do it all night
And if everything gone bad we gon' make it alright
How you expecting awards when you ain't put in work
And I just got off the phone, yeah with my realtor
And I've been eating so good that bitch my belly broke
And I might cop that Mustang cause bitch that Bentley talk
Put that sauce on that bitch real quick
Put that ice on that wrist real slick
Girl I know you know my wallet's real thick
And I'm wondering what your drinking
I just came down from the high of my life
I just, I just came down from the high of my life
See us popping champagne, we could do it all night
And if everything gone bad we gon' make it alright
We gon' f*cking f*ck with y'all, do it
We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we?
Bring that money back to yours truly
When I'm rocking all my God and jewelry
Yeah, hey
I just hopped out the foreign
Looking so pretty, yeah
And yeah, that watch on my arm look like a trillion
You know that White Iverson, no keep that [?]
And I just bought out my brain, I feel like Bubble [?]
Girl I'm zoned out, I feel my zans
Ain't nobody understand
It's you and I, go and call your friends
Let's get a lot of kerosine
You gon' ride that bumpy grind
Yeah, let me see that double time
You ain't gotta tell them hoes, because they know
Yeah
I just came down from the high of my life
I just, I just came down from the high of my life
See us popping champagne, we could do it all night
And if everything gone bad we gon' make it alright
We gon' f*cking f*ck with y'all, do it
We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we?
Bring that money back to yours truly
When I'm rocking all my God and jewelry
Tell me, who do you call?
When the night gets rough
And you're sitting by the phone
Cause all those drugs worn off
I just came down from the high of my life
I just, I just came down from the high of my life
See us popping champagne, we could do it all night
And if everything gone bad we gon' make it alright
Writer: Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Japhet Negast Landis, Leon Thomas, Louis Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group