Life's A Mess II lyrics - Juice WRLD, Clever & Post Malone

 [Juice WRLD:]

Have you ever fallen head over heels for somebody?

Not just somebody

No, no

(Rex, you did it again)

Have you fallen head over heels for somebody

That made promises to give you the world? Um

I really hope they held you down

I really hope it was no lying

'Cause my heart breaks, it feels like the world's gone

But if the love's real, you'd feel your soul roar like a lion

And you'd finally let bygones be bygones

Don't throw in the towel, I know it feels like you're the only one tryin'

You just gotta learn to live and love on

I belong with the one put on this Earth for me

Everybody has their someone, just gotta look and see

I'm screaming out, "Lord, help me, I've been lonely"

That's when you accept me, then you set me free

Uh, sometimes life's a mess

Uh, I get high when I'm upset

I remember when me and love didn't click

Searchin' for somethin' real, then I found it

Uh, sometimes life's a mess

Yeah, I get high when I'm upset

I remember when me and love ain't click

Lookin' for somethin' real, then I found it

[Clever:]

Have you ever fallen head over heels for somebody

That made promises to give you the world?

There's one that won't never leave you cold

Or place nothing above you

That will love a heart that hurts

Don't hurt the heart that loves you

Sometimes they just want what they can't have, forbidden fruit

But the one that deserves your love will never pick and choose

There was once a hole in my heart, that hole was hurting

'Til I took a peek inside, lately I've been soul searching

When I use to cry I turned to medication

Then I found me something real and forgot all the imitations

Just tell me that you'll never leave

And when there's nothing left to say

Tell me that you'll love me anyway, ah

[Juice WRLD:]

Uh, sometimes life's a mess

Uh, I get high when I'm upset

I remember when me and love didn't click

Searchin' for somethin' real, then I found it

Uh, sometimes life's a mess

Yeah, I get high when I'm upset

I remember when me and love ain't click

Lookin' for somethin' real, then I found it

[Post Malone:]

Have you ever fallen head over heels for somebody

That made promises to give you the world?

And I swear I would never leave you cold

There ain't no one above you

You were way too high to touch

I was high enough to pass out

When you was so alone, I was a stone's throw away

I remember those lips, I remember how they taste

I been staring at the wall doing nothing all day

I remember everything, put the bottle to my face, Dom Pe

If you gave up on me now I would seriously be so fucked up

I'm doing everything I can just to keep myself from throwing up

Never gave a fuck what they say 'bout us

Fuck all of you muh-fuckers slow me up

And fuck everything that ruined us

I'm three seconds away from pulling out my gun

Magic lyrics - Post Malone

 [Hook:]

Pulled a bitch out the hat, yeah that's... magic

And I got a lotta bitches at my... mansion

Molly, stogies, gas, and some... matches

Got your wifey on my lap like Outkast, tragic

Magic

Magic, alakazam

Magic

Magic, well I, alakazam

[Verse:]

32 ounces on me like I'm Magic

Magic Johnson 3, I ain't playin' basketball

And we got some molly, magic potion, alcohol

I'm with Aphrodite, drinkin' nectar of the gods

Wakin' up to some Swishers and some liquor

Fuck 'em or fuck her, whatever get me faded quicker

She grind on my zipper cause I'm a big tipper

She stay in L.A. like she play for the Clippers

You see what we whippin', whole crew is shittin' on mothafuckas

Can't stand the heat then get the fuck out the kitchen

I got that Houdini, disappear her bikini

She rub on my lamp, damn I feel like a genie

On my magic carpet, I'm poppin' a wheelie

So fresh, you can't see me, I do this routinely

I don't do no freebies, you feel me?

I need me a couple bands

They appear in my fuckin' hands

[Hook:]

Pulled a bitch out the hat, yeah that's... magic

And I got a lotta bitches at my... mansion

Molly, stogies, gas, and some... matches

Got your wifey on my lap like Outkast, tragic

Stony, magic

Magic, alakazam

Magic

Magic, well I, alakazam

Motley Crew lyrics - Post Malone

 (d.a. got that dope)

Count up the bands, stickin' out

No rubber band is big enough

Chain is so heavy, can't pick it up

Came with the gang, a myriad

I see your whip, hilarious

Where is my roof? Mysterious

My whip from Fast & Furious

Curtains with yellow interior

I get the commas, period

Covered in ice, Siberia

I'm at the top of the pyramid

Bitch, I'm a star, I'm Sirius

We came to play, it's serious

Came with the gang, a myriad

Came with the gang, a myriad

Came with the motley crew

Sit-up, pour, I just forgot where I was

Pour it up, throw it up, sit up, what?

Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Came with a wig splitter

I got John Wick hitters (Ooh)

I'ma go get, get up (Wow, uh)

Came with the army, army, army, yeah

The people 'round me still the same

We just wanna party, party, party, yeah

We rowdy and we'll never chill

Count up the bands, stickin' out

No rubber band is big enough

Chain is so heavy, can't pick it up

Came with the gang, a myriad

I see your whip, hilarious

Where is my roof? Mysterious

My whip from Fast & Furious

Curtains with yellow interior

I get the commas, period

Covered in ice, Siberia

I'm at the top of the pyramid

Bitch, I'm a star, I'm Sirius

We came to play, it's serious

Came with the gang, a myriad

Came with the gang, a myriad

Came with the motley crew

What you gon' do? I'ma pull up with the crew

When I'm off the juice, I like to hang out the roof

I'm rockin' jewels, I like when the diamonds, they move

I just go through, I do not wait in a queue

Baby, baby, pick it, Brady, Brady

AP navy, navy, chain like two Mercedes

I'll come when they pay me, come with Katy, Amy

Crew go crazy, crazy, kick it down daily (Uh)

Came with the army, army, army, yeah

The people 'round me still the same

We just wanna party, party, party, yeah

We rowdy and we'll never chill

Count up the bands, stickin' out

No rubber band is big enough

Chain is so heavy, can't pick it up

Came with the gang, a myriad

I see your whip, hilarious

Where is my roof? Mysterious

My whip from Fast & Furious

Curtains with yellow interior

I get the commas, period

Covered in ice, Siberia

I'm at the top of the pyramid

Bitch, I'm a star, I'm Sirius

We came to play, it's serious

Came with the gang, a myriad

Came with the gang, a myriad

Came with the motley crew

On God (Remix) lyrics - Post Malone (feat. Drake)

 [Hook - Post Malone:]

I might just steal your bitch, that's on God

I might pull up in that 6, that's on God

All my homies off the shits, that's on God

All these bitches off the shits, that's on God

Ay, ay, that's on God (that's on God)

Ay, that's on God

That's on God, that's on God (that's on God)

[Verse 1 - Post Malone:]

I'm a Score 40 something points

It doesn't matter if I'm coming of the bench

On God, On God

[?] when I'm a ballin' for the motherfucking Knicks

Oh God, Oh God

We in this bitch and you know my homies flexing like a motherfucking bitch

Oh God, Oh God

I'm trying to get rich and fuck shit ain't really making anybody sit

On Squad, On squad

I told him please I ain't got no time for no stuck up bitch

Sippin' on a 40 when I roll my swish

New Jordans like I'm J.R Smith

Cross Jordan hit a jumper on my A.I shit

I ain't fucking with a bitch she can pay my rent

Ray Allen like I'm Jesus that's all net

And my dad Denzel like I'm heaven sent

[Hook - Post Malone:]

I might just steal your bitch, that's on God

I might pull up in that 6, that's on God

All my homies off the shits, that's on God

All these bitches off the shits, that's on God

Ay, ay, that's on God (that's on God)

Ay, that's on God

That's on God, that's on God (that's on God)

[Verse 2 - Drake:]

Yo yo yo

I gotta pull up on ya

You gone make me have to pull up on ya

Don't go ghost on me I'm a go thriller on ya

I'm a just

I'm a let my hands do the talkin when I see you

Baby girl I miss feelin on ya

I miss everything that's real about ya

And that's everything about ya

That's just how I feel about ya

Been about cha and I'm still about cha

But

We ain't finished talkin

I told ya you don't needa worry about dem bitches

All dem fives needa listen when

[Hook - Post Malone:]

I might just steal your bitch, that's on God

I might pull up in that 6, that's on God

All my homies off the shits, that's on God

All these bitches off the shits, that's on God

Ay, ay, that's on God (that's on God)

Ay, that's on God

That's on God, that's on God (that's on God)

Only Wanna Be With You (Pokémon 25 Version) lyrics - Post Malone

 (originally by Hootie & the Blowfish)

You and me, we come from different worlds

You like to laugh at me when I look at other girls

Sometimes you're crazy and you wonder why

I'm such a baby 'cause the Cowboys make me cry

But there's nothin' I can do

I've been lookin' for a girl like you

You look at me, you got nothin' left to say

I'm gonna pout at you until I get my way

I won't dance and you won't sing

I just wanna love you but you wanna wear my ring

But there's nothin' I can do

I only wanna be with you

You can call me your fool

I only wanna be with you

Put on a little Dylan sittin' on a fence

I say that line is great, you asked me what it meant by

Said I shot a man named Gray, took his wife to Italy

She inherited a million bucks and when she died, it came to me

I can't help it if I'm lucky

I only wanna be with you

Ain't Bobby so cool

I only wanna be with you

Yeah I'm tangled up in blue

I only wanna be with you

You can call me your fool

I only wanna be with you

Sometimes I wonder if it will ever end

You get so mad at me when I go out with my friends

Sometimes you're crazy and you wonder why

I'm such a baby, yeah, the Cowboys make me cry

But there's nothin' I can do

I only wanna be with you

You can call me your fool

I only wanna be with you

Yeah I'm tangled up in blue

I only wanna be with you

I only wanna be with you

I only wanna be with you

Remember lyrics - Post Malone

 (unreleased)

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, woah

Ayy, ayy, ayy, woah

Mhm)

And everything is all cool, until I say it's a go

They talking all the shit, they said that I would not reach my goals

I kept on going for sho', but they don't know it, I know

She said she wasn't with the shits, I told her to stay in the cold, ayy

I ain't got the time to paint the sign for you, ayy

But it's okay, don't wanna fight with you, ayy

Put a couple thousand on the side for you, ayy

Hop up in the 'Rari, take a ride with you

Shit was jumping, I grabbed the shotty

I swung my door fully open and then I close it

Then lead the party, bitch, it coming, it keep on coming

And I ain't post it, but I show it

I let you know it, and now I own it, ooh

Remember when I had a dream I pull up in the 6?

Remember when they said Young Posty wasn't gon' be shit?

Remember I was starving, hungry? Ain't no way to live

Shit, everything is different now

When I step up on stage, this shit go up

Yeah, I blow a bitch brain when we show up

Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up

I remember we was nothin', now they know us

Seem like every damn night that we pour up

All these bands right now, I'ma blow 'em

Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up

I remember we was nothin', now they know us, yeah

Remember when I had a dream I pull up in the 6?

Remember when they said Young Posty wasn't gon' be shit?

Remember I was starving, hungry? Ain't no way to live

Shit, everything is different now

When I step up on stage, this shit go up

Yeah, I blow a bitch brain when we show up

Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up

I remember we was nothin', now they know us

Seem like every damn night that we pour up

All these bands right now, I'ma blow 'em

Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up

I remember we was nothin', now they know us, yeah

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, woah

Ayy, ayy, ayy, woah

Mhm)

rockstar (Latin Remix) lyrics - Post Malone (feat. Nicky Jam & Ozuna)

 [Nicky Jam:]

Hey, yo

Nicky Jam

Ozuna (Ozuna)

Post Malone

Spanish Remix

Trapstar

Tank God

Hago lo que quiera, compro lo que quiera

Porque soy un rockstar (-tar)

Voy pal' avión privado en el Ferrari

En el tablero "180" (180)

Voy de camino a Suiza pa' lanzar mi propio Hublot a la venta

Y voy llamando al ruso porque quiero gastarme un millón en prendas

Una Panamera, un F12 frente a casa

Gucci, Ferragamo, compro todo plaza (ajá)

Fino pa' los cortas ratas que te cazan

Miles de hipócritas que vienen y te abrazan (ye, ye)

Vivo la vida como un rey

Kilos de música de Medellín a Monterrey (rey)

Siempre cruzando todos los límites de la ley (ley)

Mi movie siempre está en play (play)

Vivo la vida como un rockstar

Los que tiraron ya no existen obvio no están

Tengo brujas que con los palos te acuestan

Con peine doble lleno que se manifiestan

Dicen que el dinero el alma me consume

Yo sigo celebrando en un jet por las nubes

Nadie me las daba cuando abajo solo estuve

Ahora la cuenta nunca declina siempre sube

Siempre sube, siempre sube, siempre (woo)

[Post Malone:]

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)

All my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (-sta)

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, name them the shottas (-tas)

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)

[Ozuna:]

Ta' bien, ustedes son los que más tienen

Vamos pa' los números y verán que son mis nenes

Lo que yo me compro no es pa' frontearle a ustedes

Es pa' yo llevarme a su mujer en la Mercedes

Maybach, Jeep Wagon, la llevo al privado

30 mil de altura de camino a Colorado

Le regalo un AP en oro rosado

Me dice que le gusta en el avión si se lo hago

Pregúntale a tu patrón que sabe lo que es de amor

En PR calentón, en DR reclamón y conecta'o en el Bronx

Pregúntale a tu patrón que sabe lo que es de amor

En PR calentón, en DR reclamón y conecta'o en el Bronx

Yo soy una estrella, to'as las babys a mí me quieren, me reclaman

200 el Richard Miller pero más cabrón que la casa ésta salda

Yo no tengo enemigos tampoco amigos, a todos los trato por igual

Que canto pa' las babys no significa que no te la pueda buscar

[Post Malone:]

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)

All my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (-sta)

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, name them the shottas (-tas)

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta)

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star

Rockstar

Rockstar, feel just like a rock...

Rockstar

Rockstar

Rockstar

Feel just like a...

Santa Fe lyrics - Post Malone

 I see shit in LA sky

LA nights getting too damn high

Codeine in my blood, mud in my sprite

Nicotine in a bud on LA lights

Fuck all that shit about a human rush

I'm making real cliche black and white

I don't wan't to see your face in my line aside

Oh boy you try to stuntin' on me

It don't happen

Couple benjies stashing at matress

Tell her back it up she ass backwards

Sorta I'm a bring it back to my adject

To tell her she can have a sit with my active

She going smoke weed and then she going ash it

Tell that girl don't be getting distractive

Boy! I pull up with your hoe

The voodoo good so I roll it

Thirteen blunts boy I smoke it

Thirteen life boy I know it

Throw four in it when I feeling whitney

All this drinking is killing my kidneys

All this sip I'm sipping going to kill me

And motherfuckers walk like they ridding with me

Two shine in my mouth

Bad bitches all on my couch

You know us for a win a backout

Hit em with a [?] wow-wap she blackout

Boy I don't drink so much I pass out

Hoes fall asleep in order ass out

Boy I don't drink so much I pass out

Woke up in a spot on my cashout

I see shit in LA sky [x4]

No op

Santa fe

Santa fe

Squad lyics - Post Malone

 [Intro - Post Malone:]

A double cup up for my bitches who on the floor shaking they ass, whoa

Bring it on over but baby forgive me if I took the grab, oh

I'm rocking off white with the camo I'm spilling Ciroc on my Ablo

I'm trying to fuck with some millions I promise won't stop till I have em'

[Verse - Post Malone:]

Air Jordans to the ripped jeans I'm in all black with my gold teeth

Put the OG in the codeine your bitch she so thirsty

Said "Oh Lambo Mercy" fuck the police tryna search me

Smoke JUJU tryna curse me

Fuck any motherfucker tryna hurt me

Get smart, quick unzip way too much zip

Undid zip too much zip

Man, fuck out my business

Young Post get the bills quick

Gold chains young white Slick Rick

Boy graining my new whip

Drink 40s till I feel sick

[Hook - Post Malone:]

I got drugs on drugs on drugs on drugs on drugs

I got bars on bars on bars

ARs, and a bad bitch in my car

I'm a do it for my squad

I'm a do it for my squad

Bitch I do it for my squad

Bitch I do it for my squad

Bitch I'm a do it for my squad

Bitch I do it for my squad

Bitch I do it for my squad

Bitch I do it for my squad

Stoned lyrics - Post Malone

 I got this knot inside my throat, call my vodka up if I come

And I'm not suicidal, I just drink to forget my problems

Seems like the kids these days are all just lookin' to get higher, oh

I'm just the same, anything's I won't tell momma and father

Want it all and we want it now

Do anything to not come down

Get my fix someway, somehow, today

You know, you know just how it goes

We're just stoned, leave us alone

Ain't nothin' wrong, it's cool at home

We're good as gold, we're all just stoned

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

We're good as gold, we're all just stoned

I got my woman, got my high, my guitar, and some money

And I'll be goddamned if these fuckers try to take that from me

But ain't shit wrong with us and don't tell me, "Talk to somebody"

I'm drunk at 2 p.m., treat every day like it's a Friday

Want it all and we want it now

Do anything to not come down

Get my fix someway, somehow, today

You know, you know just how it goes

We're just stoned, leave us alone

Ain't nothing wrong, it's cool at home

We're good as gold, we're all just stoned

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

We're just stoned, leave us alone

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

We're good as gold, we're all just stoned

Not much to do these days, we sit and smoke my life away

Just like everyone else I know (Uh)

Not much to do these days, I got too much on the way

Sit back and light up and let go

You know, you know, just how it goes

We're just stoned, leave us alone

Ain't nothing wrong, it's cool at home

We're good as gold, we're all just stoned

Ooh-ooh (Hey-oh-oh-oh), ooh-ooh

We're just stoned, leave us alone (Stoned)

Ooh-ooh (Hey-oh-oh-oh), ooh-ooh

We're good as gold, we're all just stoned (Stoned)

Sunflower (Remix) lyrics - Post Malone, Swae Lee, Nicky Jam & Prince Royce

 (from "Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse (Deluxe Edition)" soundtrack)

[Swae Lee:]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ooh)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (ooh)

Ayy, ayy

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

[Nicky Jam:]

Yo no sé lo que tú tienes

Como hace' lo que quiera' con mi vida, tú te vas y luego vienes

Yo no sé que tiene' tú, pero a la ve' yo pienso que no me convienes

A veces trato de buscar una salida, rápido tú me detienes

Así de loco tú me quieres

Pero soy un loco por ti

Tú no sabe' lo que por dentro yo siento por ti

Y por má' que no quiero verte, vuelvo a repetir

Y sentir cada parte de tu cuerpo cuando estas aquí

No te puedo mentir

Siempre estoy buscándote, yeah-yey

Trato de alejarme y tú acercándote, yeah-yey

De lo que nos pasa siempre culpándote, yeah-yey

Pero se me olvida cuando te veo desnudándote

Y no sé por qué

[Post Malone:]

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

[Prince Royce:]

Ese día que te conocí

No sabia que iba a ser así

El girasol más lindo del jardín

Y verte en el amanecer

Con un beso volví a caer

Dime a dónde se fue, a dónde se fue

Y ahora me quedo con la confusión

Con sentimientos de amor y dolor

Te juro que esa no fue mi intención

La flor de antes cambió de color

Uh-uh-uh-uuh

En mi vida sólo existes tú

Baby, tell what we try to proof

Si tú sabes que yo soy tu luz

And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya

You're the sunflower, es que tu amor es just too much

Or you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya

You're the sunflower, you're the sunflower

That's It lyrics - post malone

 Woke up in a hot tub, spillin' Moet, in the water

Then I light my Marijuana, take a shot up out the choppa

J's jumpin' out the locker, spend a little guapa

She want candy, Aaron Carter

I called her Candy when I saw her, pull up with my brothers

Candy-painted flyin' saucer, test me, you'll get flyin' colors

Hunnid bitches coming up the steps

Turn the front lights on, when I know they on they way

She said she don't wanna do too much drugs

Believe me, baby, I do this shit like every day like every day

She don't want a thing, I don't want a thing

She come over, pop a couple beans

And that's it, and that's it

She don't want a thing, I don't want a thing

She come over, pop a couple beans

And that's it, and that's it

Wanna talk about them Martins?, Do you wanna talk about them Jordans?

Enjoy a 40 every mornin', Everclear and some recordin'

101, on the 101 like Jeff Gordon, I just popped a pill, she just popped a pill

And we might just pop some more, I ain't stoppin' 'til like 20

Up until like 4, SmartWater like some dummies

Taking shots up out the semi, that shit kill me like I'm Kenny

Oh, bitches walking down the steps

Turn the front lights off, got a blunt all to myself

No I don't want all this shit to get too deep

But listen baby, there ain't no shit with you and me

No "you and me," no

She don't want a thing, I don't want a thing

She come over, pop a couple beans

And that's it, and that's it

She don't want a thing, I don't want a thing

She come over, pop a couple beans

And that's it, and that's it

What's Up lyrics - post malone (feat. 1st)

 [Hook:]

Like what's up?

What's up with that, what's up?

Tell me what's up with that, what's up?

What's up?

What's up with that, what's up?

What's up?

Like what's up?

What's up with that, what's up?

Tell me what's up with that, what's up?

What's up?

What's up with that, what's up?

What's up?

What's up with that what's up

I'm trying to talk, just fuck up

Quit fucking with them buzzards

I'm tryna call your number

You've been playing way too long

I've been smoking on that strong

In the studio too long

Blowing on that potent

I'm just trying to get that on

And I ain't tryna stunt man, I'm tryna be honest

And the style, that's swag, bitch you know I be on it

I get you what you want, I get you what you want

With that Christian Louboutin, I get you that shoe on

You a shoo-in for first place

But I'm feeling so blue, ay

And I'm sipping a forty

She keep playing like Blu-ray

Drop the top on that toupee

And I might cop that to-day

But I need me a you-day

And I'm just tryna hit it, we could go up on a Tuesday (Like Makonnen, like Makonnen)

And I'm trying to fuck, why you playing with me?

Why you playing with me?

Girl I'm trying to call your number, trying to call your number

[Hook]

[1st:]

What's up with the what's up

Line going crazy

I got two phones, one an I, one a flip

That's the one all the flips hit

She call me when she wanna do the gymnast shit

Got her doing somersaults, Gabby Douglas back flips

So when's the last time you seen a big dick?

She said she like to kiss cause I got big lips

And we got all that chemistry

She show me images

Pop a bean now we limitless

You ain't gotta be real, baby

We could just pretend, aw

I got her coughing and wheezing every time I pass her the indo

Aw, god damn bruh, all this sauce

Keypad, unlock, then she pop her top

Girl pick up the phone when I call you

1st down, touchdown, I'mma go for two on you

I ain't trying to put the pressure on you

I got girls from here to Arizona

Like what's up

[Hook]

White Iverson (Remix) lyrics - post malone (feat. French Montana & Rae Sremmurd)

 [Intro - French Montana + Post Malone:]

You know what it is when you hear that, haaaaan?

Double OT

Post Malone

I'm a new breed

Montana! Montana, haaan

[Verse 1 - French Montana:]

I'm surfin', surfin', I'm surfin' on you

Wavy, I'm wavy, I'm wavy on you

Started from the block, yeah I was broke, I

Didn't give me no choice but slingin' that coca

Dealt with the hand I was dealt like poker

Came back with the 4, 5 like Michael Jordan, like Jordan

Started rappin', they was laughin'

Bought a spaceship, bought a mansion, with J-Lo in the Hamptons

Now I'm dancin', I bought me a crib with a lake

Purple drank like grape, bitch jump off like Blake

Diamonds lookin' like steak

They ain't gettin' real money, since I was so young

Montana!

[Hook - Post Malone:]

Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you

I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh

I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you

Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah

That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah

Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay

[Verse 2 - Post Malone:]

Cigarettes and a headband

Commas, commas in my head, man

Slumped over like a dead man

Red and black, 'bout my bread, man

I'm the answer, never question

Lace up, learn a lesson

Bitch I'm saucin', I do this often, don't do no talkin'

My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans

I'm ballin', money jumpin'

Like I'm Davis from New Orleans

Or bitch I'm Harden, I don't miss nothin'

Fuck practice, this shit just happens, know y'all can't stand it

I have it, I'll never pass it, I work my magic

High average, ball on these bastards, it makes me happy

It's tragic, I make it happen, and all y'all Shaqtin'

[Pre-Hook - Post Malone:]

White Iverson

When I started ballin' I was young

You gon' think about me when I'm gone

I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

[Hook - Post Malone:]

Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you

I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh

I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you

Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah

That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah

Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay

[Verse 3 - Slim Jxmmi:]

Yeah, Slim Jxmmi

I spend it as I get it, I'm ballin' with no limits

Fuck practice, I'm the illest livin'

Ain't no games or gimmicks, I'm defyin' physics

Flyin' through the air, saucin' with the hair, SKRRT SKRRT

Matte black Range, big diamond earrings

Keep a nigga on his game, I'm ballin' like AI

Somewhere in LA, high, secret Sunday, I

Blowin' all the bank

Young, Iverson

When I started ballin' I was young

I need that money like them rings I never won

I need that money for them rings I never won

SremmLife!

[Pre-Hook - Post Malone:]

White Iverson

When I started ballin' I was young

You gon' think about me when I'm gone

I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

[Hook - Post Malone:]

Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you

I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh

I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you

Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah

That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah

Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay

Why Dont You Love Me lyrics - post malone

 [Intro - Post Malone as Leon DeChino:]

Let me tell you a little story

Hey girl, love me

[Verse 1 - Post Malone as Leon DeChino:]

In the middle of a cold dark night

I heard a sound and I thought to myself, "What was that?"

I got up and checked

It was you walking out my door

You said you loved me just moments before

Why'd you lie?

What the heck?

[Chorus - Post Malone as Leon DeChino & Jazzy Eff:]

Our love love was as hot as a torch

But you couldn't take it anymore

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love him?

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love him?

My heart was beating like a very fast drum

You looked at me and said I'm not number one

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love him?

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love him?

[Interlude - Post Malone as Leon DeChino:]

Let me introduce you to my friend, Jazzy Eff

[Verse 2 - Jazzy Eff & (Post Malone as Leon DeChino):]

Don't you know my friend would do anything?

He would sing to you from winter to spring

You betrayed him

You should go away

He really, really, really misses you bad (Yes he does)

He remembers the times that y'all had

He's crying (I'm crying)

That's not okay

[Chorus - Post Malone as Leon DeChino & Jazzy Eff:]

Our love love was as hot as a torch

But you couldn't take it anymore

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love him?

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love him?

My heart was beating like a very fast drum

You looked at me and said I'm not number one

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love him?

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love him?

[Bridge - Post Malone as Leon DeChino:]

Stop, girl, what have you done?

You used to be sweet just like bubblegum

Now you are no fun

You suck, you broke my heart

Stop, girl, what have you done?

You used to be sweet just like bubblegum

Now you are no fun

You suck, you broke my heart

[Chorus - Post Malone as Leon DeChino & Jazzy Eff:]

Our love love was as hot as a torch

But you couldn't take it anymore

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love him?

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love him?

My heart was beating like a very fast drum

You looked at me and said I'm not number one

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love him?

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love him?

[Outro - Post Malone as Leon DeChino:]

So tell me, why, girl? Come on

Wow. (Remix) lyrics - post malone (feat. Roddy Ricch & Tyga)

 [Post Malone:]

Said she tired of little money, need a big boy

Pull up 20 inch blades like I'm Lil' Troy

Now it's everybody flockin', need a decoy

Shawty mixing up the vodka with the LaCroix, yeah

G-Wagon, G-Wagon, G-Wagon, G-Wagon

All the housewives pullin' up (Up, up)

I got a lot of toys, 720S, bumpin' Fall Out Boy

You was talkin' shit in the beginning (Mm-mm)

Back when I was feelin' more forgivin' (More forgivin')

I know it piss you off to see me winnin' (See me winnin')

See the igloo in my mouth when I be grinnin' (I be grinnin'), yeah

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)

[Roddy Ricch & Post Malone:]

Bustin' on my jeans, I got big racks (Hey)

We gon' pull up in the Cullinan in the double G (Wow)

I keep a ticket on me, nigga, ain't nothin' to me

I'm draped down in Givenchy

I just put blue guts in the 'Rari

Rich niggas on the intersection, I'm sorry

Bust down watch and shades by Bvlgari

I'm smokin' on jet fuel like Bob Marley

I spend a hundred thousand on my necklace, check

Real street nigga from the set, mmh, check

I was in the projects, now I'm on the jet

I ain't even tryna talk if it ain't about a check, yeah

[Post Malone:]

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"

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

Yeah, your grandmama probably know me

Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely

It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow"

[Tyga & Post Malone:]

Brand new everything, yeah

Tell your friend to stop it, come here (Wow)

No drinks in the Rolls Royce, just got it (Yeah)

She wanna bounce on my dick, tell her friend 'bout it (Hah)

And the party ain't a party 'til I'm inside it (Nope)

If they lick it up, then they invited (Wow)

Mighty Duck ice challenge

And I'm looking for a freak with no mileage

I'm back on my shit, fuck how you feel about it (Fuck)

Big diamonds on my neck, can't even hide it (No)

Shake that ass though, shake that ass though

In the bathroom, in a bathrobe

In the front seat of the Lambo'

Bad bitches on the West Coast

Got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow)

[Post Malone & Tyga:]

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

Hundred deep when I roll like the army (Yeah, yeah)

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 (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (Yeah, yeah)

Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely

It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow"

[Post Malone:]

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow