Post Malone Oh God

Oh God, oh God save me

No I ain’t gonna die for my baby

20 dollars, keeping me eating

Might just eat the apple from the garden of Eden

The way she call my name, the way she call my name

The way she call my name, I pray I’ll be the same

Oh God, oh God save me

No I ain’t gonna die for my baby

Oh God, oh God save me

Ain’t no love for the ones who betray me

Drop top, horses run, power steering

Drive like hell to get away from this feeling

The way she call my name, the way she call my name

Try take my soul away, yeah bitch make my day

Oh God, oh God save me

No I ain’t gonna die for my baby

Oh God, oh God save me

Ain’t no love for the ones who betray me

Post Malone Santa Fe

I see shit in LA sky

LA nights getting too damn high

Codeine in my blood, mud in my sprite

Nicotine in a bud on LA lights

Fuck all that shit about a human rush

I’m making real cliche black and white

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

Oh boy you try to stuntin’ on me

It don’t happen

Couple benjies stashing at matress

Tell her back it up she ass backwards

Sorta I’m a bring it back to my adject

To tell her she can have a sit with my active

She going smoke weed and then she going ash it

Tell that girl don’t be getting distractive

Boy! I pull up with your hoe

The voodoo good so I roll it

Thirteen blunts boy I smoke it

Thirteen life boy I know it

Throw four in it when I feeling whitney

All this drinking is killing my kidneys

All this sip I’m sipping going to kill me

And motherfuckers walk like they ridding with me

Two shine in my mouth

Bad bitches all on my couch

You know us for a win a backout

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

Boy I don’t drink so much I pass out

Hoes fall asleep in order ass out

Boy I don’t drink so much I pass out

Woke up in a spot on my cashout

I see shit in LA sky [x4]

No op

Santa fe

Santa fe

Post Malone Go Flex

Lighting stog after stog, choke on the smoke

They tell me to quit, don’t listen to 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 fuck, ha, ha, ha

In the cut and I put that on my mamma

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 motherfuckin’ 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 will listen

I come 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 will listen

I come 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

Cold with the flex

Post Malone Monte

I feel like Monte, bitch I feel like Monte

I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte

Smoke Golden State oh, bitch I feel like Monte

11 bad hoes, bitch I feel like Monte

Assist from Rondo, bitch I feel like Monte

I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte

I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte

I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte

Don’t give no fucks no, bitch I feel like Monte

I just flew into town, fresh of the jetty

And then I Rondo my hoe I know she ready

Bitch I’mm sauce on them hoes, might spend some ready

And I just cut that hoe off like a machete

I’m a new 3 boy white boy braids

And I hit that shit good tell that pussy go away

She just want to come with me but that pussy ain’t a no no way no way

Bitch I feel like Monte

I dog it like rewind it

Behind the back I pass it Tyson Chano with that alley

I feel like Monte, bitch I feel like Monte

I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte

Smoke Golden State oh, bitch I feel like Monte

11 bad hoes, bitch I feel like Monte

Assist from Rondo, bitch I feel like Monte

I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte

I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte

I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte

Don’t give no fucks no, bitch I feel like Monte

[Lil Yachty:]

Woah damn I got bitches from Dallas up to Indy

Used to cross up and post when I pour fours in my Phantom

Bitch I ball like Kyle Korver when I post up in Atlanta

I feel like Monta Ellis

I got more hoes than Elvis

Who the fuck say the little boy wasn’t balling

I balling like Spalding you know this shit

I won’t sign no contract ’til my contract built like a nigga who just won 4 and shit

I’m first round pick you can check my diamonds they shining they big as a toe and shit

Bitch we biting like Gators

I count up my guap on them haters

I love them hoes that mean I feel like I’m Monta Ellis

Had to cut some niggas off cause they was jealous

Bitch I’m up by 10 ain’t no coming back you know that I’m finna win

Bitch its Lil Boat for the MVP

All these niggas they want to be

I feel like Monte, bitch I feel like Monte

I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte

Smoke Golden State oh, bitch I feel like Monte

11 bad hoes, bitch I feel like Monte

Assist from Rondo, bitch I feel like Monte

I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte

I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte

I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte

Don’t give no fucks no, bitch I feel like Monte

Post Malone Candy Paint

Yeah, yeah, mmm

Candy paint with the white on top

Lambo doors are the oo-op drop

If you busy plotting on what I got

Kick in your door, that’s what you thought

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 are the oo-op drop

If you busy plotting on what I got

Kick in your door, that’s what you thought

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 far ahead of you motherfuckers

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 fucking know me homie you don’t want war

Candy paint with the white on top

Lambo doors are the oo-op drop

If you busy plotting on what I got

Kick in your door, that’s what you thought

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 are the oo-op drop

If you busy plotting on what I got

Kick in your door, that’s what you thought

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 up the suicide doors

We already know you vanished though

Hit my momma when I ride in that, oh

All these motherfuckers so false with me

If your money funny, don’t talk to me (nah)

I know there is shit that you could offer me

Take a second if you think about crossing me

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 fucking know me homie you don’t want war

Candy paint with the white on top

Lambo doors are the oo-op drop

If you busy plotting on what I got

Kick in your door, that’s what you thought

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 are the oo-op drop

If you busy plotting on what I got

Kick in your door, that’s what you thought

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

Post Malone #mood

Homie you’s a window shopper

Mad at me, I think I know why

Homie you’s a window shopper

In the jewelry store lookin’ at shit you can’t buy

Homie you’s a window shopper

At the dealership trying to get a test drive

Homie you’s a window shopper

Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet

But they ain’t understand they see the work I put into it

I’m guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits

20 years old, 20 carats my bezel heavy

Doors suicide they say a word in remembrance

And they just wanna see me fail but dawg I ain’t havin’ it

They wanna tear me down and tell you “youngin’ you can’t handle it”

And I’m just here to tell em their shit never happenin’

And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche

Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool

Flu game pose people callin’ me the G.O.A.T

People gettin’ heated shit my rollie still cold

Aye-ye-ye

I got cha-ay-ay-ange

Why you even lookin’? You ain’t pay-ay-in’

I’m still loyal what the fuck is ya’ll sayin’?

Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain

Homie you’s a window shopper

Mad at me, I think I know why

Homie you’s a window shopper

In the jewelry store lookin’ at shit you can’t buy

Homie you’s a window shopper

In the dealership tryin to get a test drive

Homie you’s a window shopper

Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet

But they ain’t understand they see the work I put into it

I’m guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits

20 years old, 20 carats my bezel heavy

Door’s suicide they say a word they remember it

And they just wanna see me fail but dawg I ain’t havin’ it

They wanna tear me down and tell you “youngin’ you can’t handle it”

And I’m just here to tell em their shit never happenin’

And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche

Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool

Flu game pose people callin’ me the G.O.A.T

People gettin’ heated shit my rollie still cold

Aye-ye-ye

I got cha-ay-ay-ange

Why you even lookin’? You ain’t pay-ay-in’

I’m still loyal what the fuck is ya’ll sayin’?

Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain

Post Malone Leave

She said, “Love me,” so I love her

She said, “Leave me,” so I left

Then I went to California

And I ain’t never comin’ back

I gotta high five from a brother

I got bloodstains on the bed

And I ain’t sayin’ that I love her

But this bitch is gonna drive me mad

I said this bitch is gonna drive me mad

You got just what I been looking for

But you can’t bring yourself to say no

And I ain’t never gonna let you go

I kept wishing I would die, oh

The whole plane ride home

And I wish I could

I know I should leave you alone

I worship since I met you

I fell down to my knees

And when no one would accept ya

Throw myself up on a cross and bleed

I seen a dark cloud coming over

I seen some evil shit in her head

But she rode me like no other

But this bitch is gonna drive me mad

I said this bitch is gonna drive me mad

You got just what I been looking for

But you can’t bring yourself to say no

And I ain’t never gonna let you go

I kept wishing I would die, oh

The whole plane ride home

And I wish I could

I know I should leave you alone

You got just what I been looking for

But you can’t bring yourself to say no

And I ain’t never gonna let you go

I kept wishing I would die, oh

The whole plane ride home

And I wish I could

I know I should leave you alone

Post Malone Why Dont You Love Me

[Intro – Post Malone as Leon DeChino:]

Let me tell you a little story

Hey girl, love me

[Verse 1 – Post Malone as Leon DeChino:]

In the middle of a cold dark night

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

I got up and checked

It was you walking out my door

You said you loved me just moments before

Why’d you lie?

What the heck?

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

Our love love was as hot as a torch

But you couldn’t take it anymore

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love him?

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love him?

My heart was beating like a very fast drum

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

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love him?

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love him?

[Interlude – Post Malone as Leon DeChino:]

Let me introduce you to my friend, Jazzy Eff

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

Don’t you know my friend would do anything?

He would sing to you from winter to spring

You betrayed him

You should go away

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

He remembers the times that y’all had

He’s crying (I’m crying)

That’s not okay

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

Our love love was as hot as a torch

But you couldn’t take it anymore

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love him?

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love him?

My heart was beating like a very fast drum

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

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love him?

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love him?

[Bridge – Post Malone as Leon DeChino:]

Stop, girl, what have you done?

You used to be sweet just like bubblegum

Now you are no fun

You suck, you broke my heart

Stop, girl, what have you done?

You used to be sweet just like bubblegum

Now you are no fun

You suck, you broke my heart

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

Our love love was as hot as a torch

But you couldn’t take it anymore

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love him?

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love him?

My heart was beating like a very fast drum

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

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love him?

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love him?

[Outro – Post Malone as Leon DeChino:]

So tell me, why, girl? Come on

Post Malone Yours Truly, Austin Post

I’mma take a Bud Light break, ah, ah

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 Mulsanne 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 wonderin’, wonderin’ what you’re 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 don’t fucking fuck with y’all, do we?

We don’t gotta stunt on y’all, do we?

Bring that money back to yours truly

When I’m rocking all my goddamn 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 jewelry tucked

And I just bought out my brain, I feel like Bubba Chuck

Girl, I’m zoned out, I feel my Xans

Ain’t nobody understand

It’s you and I, go and call your friends

Let’s get a lot of kerosene

You gon’ ride that bump-and-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 don’t fucking fuck with y’all, do we?

We don’t gotta stunt on y’all, do we?

Bring that money back to yours truly

When I’m rocking all my God damn jewelry

Tell me, who do you call?

When the night gets long

And you’re sitting by the phone

‘Cause all those drugs wore 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

High of my life

High of my life

High of my life

High of my life

High of my life

Post Malone 40 Funk

40 got me funky

I popped a molly

Went kamikaze

Another 40

I’m Michael Jordan and bitch I’m scoring

Drank two 40’s

My bitch is foreign, she got deported

Thousand ounces, police is knocking

Ain’t got no worries

Feeling funky

I popped a molly, went kamikaze

Another 40

I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch I’m scoring

Drank two 40’s, my bitch is foreign

She got deported

Thousand ounces, this shit still popping

Ain’t got no worries

40 got me funky

40 got me funky

40 got me funky

40 got me funky

I popped a molly, switching lanes

I’m a pull up in this bitche’s Audi

Lean in sprite and gin in tonic

These bitches erotic

She just wanna get inside my motherfucking pocket

Another 40, I should stop it

Two thousand ounces of this shit will make you feel like vomit

But I don’t mind it, I kinda like it

Young and wild

We killing shit, we live this shit

I ain’t go to the school

They asking how I live like this

I did my shit, 19 this year

And I’m only getting older til’ I’m in the dirt

How I hold a girl with two 40’s all in my hand

But pull up on me, try me, you can catch the fade my man

You and your friends

40 got me funky

I popped a molly

Went kamikaze

Another 40

I’m Michael Jordan and bitch I’m scoring

Drank two 40’s

My bitch is foreign, she got deported

Thousand ounces, police is knocking

Ain’t got no worries

Feeling funky

I popped a molly, went kamikaze

Another 40

I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch I’m scoring

Drank two 40’s, my bitch is foreign

She got deported

Thousand ounces, this shit still popping

Ain’t got no worries

40 got me funky

40 got me funky

40 got me funky

40 got me funky

Gimme the 40

So I can be cool, yeah

Pass me the molly, eh

I wanna them too, no

I can’t get enough

Man, I’m popping them shits and I’m dropping them hits

The music the liquor that’s why I exist

And the money, let’s skip the obvious shit

Ain’t living too long if I’m living like this

Early morning waking up with the sweats

Going through shit I ain’t never forget

But nothing I do will I ever regret

I need me that cheque, I need me that chronic

I don’t remember tell me what’s my name?

Drinking, swerving in the other lane

Fuck a Zulu drinking acid rains

40 got me funky

I popped a molly

Went kamikaze

Another 40

I’m Michael Jordan and bitch I’m scoring

Drank two 40’s

My bitch is foreign, she got deported

Thousand ounces, police is knocking

Ain’t got no worries

Feeling funky

I popped a molly, went kamikaze

Another 40

I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch I’m scoring

Drank two 40’s, my bitch is foreign

She got deported

Thousand ounces, this shit still popping

Ain’t got no worries

40 got me funky

40 got me funky

40 got me funky

40 got me funky