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Post Malone - The Diamond Collection Album Lyrics



Post Malone - The Diamond Collection Lyrics
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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
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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




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
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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.




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
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Writer: Carlo Montagnese, William Walsh, Austin Richard Post
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




​​rockstar

(Tank God)
Ayy (ayy)

I've been f*ckin' 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
F*ckin' 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 grrra-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 f*ckin' 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, ayy)

I've been f*ckin' 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
F*ckin' 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 grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

I've been in the Hills f*ckin' superstars
Feelin' like a pop star (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 twelve 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 (big snack)
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, ayy)

I've been f*ckin' 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
F*ckin' 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 grrra-ta-ta-ta (grrra-ta-ta-ta)

Star, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, star
Rockstar, rockstar
Feel just like a
Rockstar
Star
Rockstar
Feel just like a
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell, Olufunmibi Awoshiley, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Carl Austin Rosen, Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Psycho

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
Thirty for a walkthrough, 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, "Whoa, man, my neck so goddamn cold"
Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked
I got homies, let it blow, oh
My money thick, won't ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can't ever tell you no

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

The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy
I'm hittin' lil' mama, she wanna have my babies
It's fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo bitch
Dolla ridin' in an old school Chevy, it's a drop top
Boolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top
Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (hey)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon' get high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo
Dial up Valentino, we gon' hit Pico
Take you where I'm from, take you to the slums
This ain't happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

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
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Louis Russell Bell, Tyrone William Griffin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Better Now

You probably think that you are better now, better now
You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around
You know I never meant to let you down, let you down
Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything
You know I say that I am better now, better now
I only say that 'cause you're not around, not around
You know I never meant to let you down, let you down
Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything, oh whoa

I did not believe that it would end, no
Everything came second to the Benzo
You're not even speaking to my friends, no
You knew all my uncles and my aunts though
Twenty candles, blow 'em out and open your eyes
We were looking forward to the rest of our lives
Used to keep my picture posted by your bedside
Now it's in your dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henney and I'm tryna forget
But I can't get this shit outta my head

You probably think that you are better now, better now
You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around
You know I never meant to let you down, let you down
Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything
You know I say that I am better now, better now
I only say that 'cause you're not around, not around
You know I never meant to let you down, let you down
Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything, oh whoa

I seen you with your other dude
He seemed like he was pretty cool
I was so broken over you
Life, it goes on, what can you do?
I just wonder what it's gonna take (what's it gonna take?)
Another foreign or a bigger chain (bigger chain)
Because no matter how my life has changed (matter how my life has)
I keep on looking back on better days

You probably think that you are better now, better now
You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around
You know I never meant to let you down, let you down
Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything
You know I say that I am better now, better now
I only say that 'cause you're not around, not around
You know I never meant to let you down, let you down
Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything, oh whoa

I promise
I swear to you, I'll be okay
You're only the love of my life (love of my life)

You probably think that you are better now, better now
You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around
You know I never meant to let you down, let you down
Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything
You know I say that I am better now, better now
I only say that 'cause you're not around, not around
You know I never meant to let you down, let you down
Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything, oh whoa
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Kaan Gunesberk, Louis Russell Bell, William Thomas Walsh, Adam King Feeney
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Sunflower

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (ooh)
Ayy, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Needless to say, I keep a check
She was a bad-bad, nevertheless (yeah)
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck (wreck)
Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck (wreck)
Needless to say, I'm keeping a check
She was a bad-bad, nevertheless
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck
Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck
Thinkin' in a bad way, losin' your grip
Screamin' at my face, baby, don't trip
Someone took a big L, don't know how that felt
Lookin' at you sideways, party on tilt
Ooh-ooh, some things you just can't refuse
She wanna ride me like a cruise
And I'm not tryna lose

Then you're left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're a sunflower
I think your love would be too much
Or you'll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower
You're the sunflower

Every time I'm leavin' on ya (ooh)
You don't make it easy, no, no (no)
Wish I could be there for ya
Give me a reason to (to, to)
Oh, every time I'm walkin' out (oh)
I can hear you tellin' me to turn around (oh, oh)
Fightin' for my trust and you won't back down (no)
Even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh (now)
I know you're scared of the unknown (known)
You don't wanna be alone (alone)
I know I always come and go (and go)
But it's out of my control

And you'll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower
I think your love would be too much
Or you'll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower
You're the sunflower
(Yeah)
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, William Walsh, Carl Austin Rosen, Carter Lang, Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Circles

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

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 try
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 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 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 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
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Writer: Adam King Feeney, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Kaan Gunesberk, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Chemical

Oxytocin makin' it all okay
When I come back down, it doesn't feel the same
Now I'm sittin' 'round, waitin' for the world to end all day
'Cause I couldn't leave you if I tried

You break me, then I break my rules
Last time was the last time too
It's f*cked up, I know, but I'm still

Outside of the party, smokin' in the car with you
Seven Nation Army, fightin' at the bar with you
Tell you that I'm sorry, tell me what I gotta do
'Cause I can't let go, it's chemical
No, I can't let go, it's chemical

Every time I'm ready to make a change
You turn around and f*ck out all my brains (woo)
I ain't tryna fight fate, it's too late to save face
I can't get away, maybe there's no mistakes (maybe there's no mistakes)

You break me, then I break my rules
Last time was the last time too
It's f*cked up, I know, but I'm still

Standing outside of the party, smokin' in the car with you
Seven Nation Army, fightin' at the bar with you
Tell you that I'm sorry, tell me what I gotta do
'Cause I can't let go, it's chemical (chemical)
No, I can't let go, it's chemical (chemical)
No, I can't let go, it's chemical

I can't let go, it's chemical

Tell you that I'm sorry, tell me what I gotta do
No, I can't let go, it's chemical
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Writer: Andrew Watt, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, 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
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Rex Kudo, Ryan Vojtesak, Idan Kalai
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Candy Paint

Yeah, mmm

Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors of the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that's SWAT you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whips 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
Lambo doors of the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that's SWAT you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whips same price my watch
Got no jumper but I ball a lot
Bitch I'm young stoney, I do what I want

Didn't know that was your girl when she gave me top
Kicked her out the Rolls said, "Thanks a lot"
God damn I love paper like I'm Michael Scott
I can do things that your man cannot
Slide boy comin' down, damn I'm hot
Everybody say that I gotta be stopped
Even though my final form ain't unlocked
I'm so ahead of you motherf*ckers
How you comprehend what you ain't understanding?
Count a hundred bands and I watch it vanish
Diamonds going crazy like they on the dance floor
Got a lot of ass, nothing I can't handle
Flavor that's whatever, you should try a sample
Baby I'm the boss like I'm Tony Danza
Everybody trying to tell me what I stand for
But you don't f*cking know me homie you don't want war

Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors of the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that's SWAT you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whips 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
Lambo doors of the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that's SWAT you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whips same price my watch
Got no jumper but I ball a lot
Bitch I'm young stoney, I do what I want

I've been rolling twenty ash hit the road
Hit the switch open the suicide doors
We already know you vanished though
Hit my momma when I ride in that, oh
All these motherf*ckers so false with me
If your money funny, don't talk to me (nah)
I know there ain't shit that you could offer me
Take a second if you think about crossing me

It lasts forever, you should try a sample
Baby I'm the boss like I'm Tony Danza
Everybody trying to tell me what I stand for
But you don't f*cking know me homie you don't want war

Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors of the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that's SWAT you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whips 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
Lambo doors of the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that's SWAT you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whips same price my watch
Got no jumper but I ball a lot
Bitch I'm young stoney, I do what I want
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell, Carl Austin Rosen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Stay

It's true that all that you know is all that you are
You said that it's all that you want and more
F*ck 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?
Maybe we're used to this
Tell me, what are we to do
It's like we only play to lose
Chasin' pain with an excuse
I love that shit and so do you

But 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

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
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Louis Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group




Wow.

Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy
Pull up twenty inch blades like I'm Lil' Troy
Now it's everybody flockin', need a decoy
Shawty mixin' up the vodka with the LaCroix, yeah
G-Wagon, G-Wagon, G-Wagon, G-Wagon
All the housewives pullin' up (up, up, up)
I got a lot of toys
720S bumpin' Fall Out Boy
You was talkin' shit in the beginning (mmh-mmh)
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

Hundred bands in my pocket, it's on me
Hundred 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)
Hundred 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
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 (yeah)

Hundred bands in my pocket, it's on me (on me)
Hundred 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, wow)
Hundred bands in my pocket, it's on me (goddamn)
Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (goddamn)
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)

(When I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow")
(Ayy, ayy, wow)
Sayin', "Wow"
(Wow)
(Wow)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Adam King Feeney, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Carl Austin Rosen, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Goodbyes

Me and Kurt feel the same, too much pleasure is pain
My girl spites me in vain, all I do is complain
She needs something to change, need to take off the edge
So f*ck it all tonight
And don't tell me to shut up
When you know you talk too much
But you don't got shit to say

I want you out of my head
I want you out of my bedroom tonight
There's no way I can save you
'Cause I need to be saved, too
I'm no good at goodbyes

We're both actin' insane but too stubborn to change
Now I'm drinkin' again, 80 proof in my veins
And my fingertips stained, lookin' over the edge
Don't f*ck with me tonight
Say you needed this heart, then you got it
Turns out that it wasn't what you wanted
And we wouldn't let go and we lost it
Now I'm a goner

I want you out of my head
I want you out of my bedroom tonight
There's no way I can save you
'Cause I need to be saved, too
I'm no good at goodbyes

I want you out of my life
I want you back here tonight
I'm tryna cut you, no knife
I wanna slice you and dice you
My argue possessive, it got you precise
Can you not turn off the TV? I'm watchin' the fight
I flood the garage, blue diamond, no shark
You're Barbie life doll, it's Nicki Minaj
You don't need a key to drive, your car on the charger
I just wanna see the side, the one that's unbothered
And I don't want you to never go outside (outside)
I promise if they play, my niggas slidin' (slidin')
I'm f*ckin' her, the tour bus still ridin' (ridin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I want you out of my head
I want you out of my bedroom tonight
There's no way I could save you
'Cause I need to be saved, too
I'm no good at goodbyes

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I'm no good at goodbyes
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I'm no good at goodbyes
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Brian Lee, Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Jessie Lauren Foutz, Louis Bell, Valentin Leon Blavatnik
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Take What You Want

(Yeah) oh
(Yeah)

I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone
You bled me dry just like the tears you never show
Why don't you take what you want from me?
Take what you need from me
Take what you want and go
Why don't you take what you want from me?
Take what you need from me
Take what you want and go

I never needed anything from you
And all I ever asked was for the truth (all I ever asked was for)
You showed your tongue and it was forked in two
Your venom was lethal, I almost believed you (almost believed you)
Yeah, you preyed on my every mistake
Waited on me to break, held me under hopin' I would drown
Like a plague, I was wasting away
Tryna find my way out, find my way out (find my way out)

And it finally came the day
I start giving my heart away
For Heaven sakes, my bones will break
But you never own my soul, no

I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone
You bled me dry just like the tears you never show
Why don't you take what you want from me?
Take what you need from me
Take what you want and go
Why don't you take what you want from me?
Take what you need from me
Take what you want and go

I took them stones you threw, made chains for the crew (ice)
I brought up ten hoes, this coupe only made for two (yeah)
They all ran through it, it ain't nothing left to do
I need some more reasons to live out this evening (straight up)
I've been sippin' forever and just taking whatever
Hoping, thinking whenever you'll be back around
Let's go our ways, whichever
You say how is however long
'Cause you know I never be alone

Love (yeah)
Shorty gon' back (shorty gon' back)
Need it on sight (need it on sight)
Crack it all back (crack it all back)
Give her that pipe (give her that pipe)
All of my cash (all of my cash)
Shawty went bad (shawty went bad)

I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone
You bled me dry just like the tears you never show
Why don't you take what you want from me?
Take what you need from me
Take what you want and go
Why don't you take what you want from me?
Take what you need from me
Take what you want and go

Take it all away
Why don't you (take what you want, take what you need)
Take what you need from me, yeah
(Take what you want)
Why don't you (take what you need)
(What you need, yeah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Jacques Webster, John Osbourne, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




I Like You (A Happier Song)

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

Ooh, girl, I like you, I do
I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz
I like you, I do
I'll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans?
I like you, I do
We went over to France and we woke up in Japan
I like you, I do (I do, mm, mm)

Oh, girl, I know you only like it fancy (fancy)
So I pull up in that Maybach Candy
Yeah, your boyfriend'll never understand me (understand me)
'Cause I'm 'bout to pull this girl like a hammy, hammy (wow)
Let's take a lil' dip, lil' lady
Hit PCH, one-eighty
Hey, I've been thinkin' lately
That I need someone to save me
Now that I'm famous, I got hoes all around me
But I need a good girl, I need someone to ground me
So please be true, don't f*ck around with me
I need someone to share this heart with me
Feel you up, then run it back again (run it back again)

Ooh, girl, I like you, I do (I do)
I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz (woo)
I like you, I do (I do)
I'll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans?
I like you, I do (mm, I do)
We went over to France and we woke up in Japan
I like you, I do (mm, mm, I do)

Let me know when you're free
'Cause I've been tryna hit it all week, babe
Why you actin' all sweet?
I know that you want lil' ol me
I get a little OD
But ain't shit new to a freak
Lemme drop bands, put a jewel in your teeth
He love the way I drip, turn that pool to the beach
And I coulda copped the Birkin but I cop Céline
Why we got the same taste for the finer things?
Brand new nigga with the same old team
Now he got me on a leash 'cause we said no strings
You know I'm cool with that
Stole the pussy, you ain't get sued for that (get sued, sued)
Wonder what a nigga might do for that (do, might do)
I could be your Chaka, where Rufus at? (Where?)
Eighty in the Benz when the roof go back, ayy
They don't wanna see us get too attached, ayy
I just got a feelin' that we might be friends for a long, long time
You're mine, and you know I like you for that

Ooh, girl, I like you, I do (I do)
I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz
I like you, I do (I do)
I'll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans? (Fit me in your plans)
I like you, I do (I do)
We went over to France and we woke up in Japan
I like you, I do (I do, mm, I do)

I just want you, I just want you
Your heart's so big but that ass is huge
Just want you, oh baby
Do you like me too? (Yeah, I like you too)

Ooh, girl, I like you, I do (I do)
I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz
I like you, I do (I do, mm, I do)

I like you
I wanna be your girlfriend, baby
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Amala Ratna Dlamini, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Jasper Lee Harris, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




One Right Now

[The Weeknd]
Na-na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na, oh no
Yeah, yeah

[The Weeknd & Post Malone]
Said you love me, but I don't care
That I broke my hand on the same wall
That you told me that he f*cked you on (Oh)
You think it's so easy f*ckin' with my feelings
I got one comin' over and one right now (Uh)
One right now
(One right now, one right now, oh)
I got one comin' over and one right now

[Post Malone]
Said you wanna have my babies
I f*cked you so good, you should pay me
Don't call me "baby" when you did me so wrong
(When you did me so wrong)
But I got over what you did already
Body for a body, so petty
How many of your friends fit in my Rolls? (Can you fit in my Rolls?)
Bought you a new face, you should call me "Dad," baby
Hermès, but you dropped the bag, baby
Truth is, maybe one's just not еnough

[Post Malone & The Weeknd]
You say you love me, but I don't care
That I brokе my hand on the same wall
That you told me that he f*cked you on (That he f*cked you on)
You think it's so easy f*ckin' with my feelings (Feelings)
I got one comin' over and one right now (Uh)
One right now (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(One right now, one right now, oh yeah)
I got one comin' over and one right now (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(One right now, one right now, oh)
I got one comin' over and one right now

[The Weeknd]
You're a stain on my legacy
We can't be friends, can't be family (Oh)
You probably f*ck all my enemies (Oh)
I can't let you be next to me
Oh, you belong to the world now
So just me leave me alone now
We're not in touch no more

[Post Malone & The Weeknd, Post Malone, The Weeknd]
You say you love me, but I don't care (No, I don't care)
That I broke my hand on the same wall
That you told me that he f*cked you on (Oh)
You think it's so easy f*ckin' with my feelings (Feelings)
I got one comin' over and one right now
One right now (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
(F*ckin' with my, f*ckin' with my feelings)
I got one comin' over and one right now
(Ooh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
(One right now)
I got one comin' over and one right now

[Post Malone & The Weeknd, Post Malone, The Weeknd]
(Hey)
(One right now, one right now)
(Ooh yeah)
I got one comin' over and one right now
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Andrew Bolooki, Austin Post, Billy Walsh, Brian Lee, Dre London, Louis Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Feeling Whitney

Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo

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 have seen a lot of days since, well that's not important
It's been long

And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies zipped to Houston
Cars and clothes thought I was winning, you knew I was losing
You told me to wake up, oh my clock always stays on snooze and I'm done

To each their own and found peace in knowing
Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping
Show no emotion, against the cold
And just act as hard as you can
You don't need a friend, boy you're the man

Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo

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
So what, ugh
I had 80 beers on Tuesday night, I had nothing to do with it
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 found peace in knowing
Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping
Show no emotion, against the cold
And just act as hard as you can
You don't need a friend, boy you're the man

Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group




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The Diamond Collection is the first compilation album by Post Malone. The album was released to celebrate Malone becoming the artist with the most diamond-certified singles by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).

It contains all the singles that were certified diamond from his first three studio albums, Stoney (2016), Beerbongs & Bentleys (2018), and Hollywood's Bleeding (2019), as well as the lead single "Chemical" from his fifth studio album Austin (2023).

On July 21, 2023, the compilation was re-released as a deluxe edition with nine additional songs that were not diamond certified at the time of release but still popular, which also included songs from his previous studio album Twelve Carat Toothache (2022).
Genre(s): Hip hop, pop, R&B, , dance-pop, Synth-pop, indie pop, alternative rock
Producer(s): Post Malone, Andrew Watt, Carter Lang, Frank Dukes, Illangelo, Louis Bell, Metro Boomin, Rex Kudo, Tank God
Released: April 21st, 2023
Year: 2023

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