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

Post Malone 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

I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you

Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah

That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah

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

I got me some braids and I got me some hoes

Started rockin’ the sleeve, I can’t ball with no Joes

You know how I do it, Concords on my toes

(This shit is hard)

I ain’t rich yet, but you know I ain’t broke, I

So if I see it, I like it, buy that from the store, I

I’m with some white girls and they lovin’ the coca

Like they’re OT

Double OT like I’m KD, smokin’ OG

And you know me, in my 2-3s and my gold teeth

Bitch I’m smiling, bet you see me from the nosebleeds

I’m the new 3 and I change out to my new 3s

White Iverson

When I started ballin’ I was 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 fuckin’ 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’

Fuck 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 fuckin’ pay

Post Malone Git Wit U

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)

Lil mama bust a move, (lil mama bust a move)

Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)

All these jewels, I’m just flossin’

Plainly on my boss shit

Bad bitch on my carpet

All white, I’m so on God shit

Hundred miles get caught shit

Off a pill, feel nauseous

Ain’t babysittin’ these bitches

I ain’t Kevin Costner

No sayin’ got her brain lit

Wanna fuck? I’m almost famous

She blow this thing, get faded

Lil mama say that I’m jaded

Maybe you saw that I’m payed up

Your man, he keep you so caged up

I won’t tell who you stay with

That’s on everyone that I came with

You know after we done I gotta roll

You know after we done I gotta go

Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)

Lil mama bust a move, (lil mama bust a move)

Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)

I’m the fuckin’ man

Jumpin’ out the Benz

Every time you see

I post these hundreds in my pants

I’ll do what he can’t

Just wanna see you dance

Do something with that ass

Girl put something in my hands

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Don’t be shy girl it’s okay

Reload, fade, fade, fade, fade, fade

How much did you pay, pay, pay?

I’ma let you in my chain

Just might let you sip this ‘pagne

Every single night the same

Lemme hear you say my name

Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)

Lil mama bust a move, (lil mama bust a move)

Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)

Post Malone Magic

[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

Post Malone Feeling Whitney

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

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 ain’t seen a light of day since, well that’s not important

It’s been long

And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip 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 find peace in knowing

Ain’t always broken, but here’s to hoping

Show no emotion, against your coding

And just act as hard as you can

You don’t need a friend

Boy, you’re the man

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

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

Sober, 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 find peace in knowing

Ain’t always broken, but here’s to hoping

Show no emotion, against your coding

And just act as hard as you can

You don’t need a friend

Boy, you’re the man

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

Post Malone No Option

Hoe, I look so clean and motherfuckers just talkin’

Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin’

Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit, you leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

Everybody asking “Post, when is the album droppin’?”

Ever since the very first day at it, I been poppin’

Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit, you leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

Ooh, swingin’ in a four-door

Now they takin’ photos

Bottles, we need more of those, ooh

Say she bring it a little shorter

He be on the boarder

She always bring four rolls, oh yeah

Everything that I went for

Waited so long to get on

The Caddy just sits on the chrome

I swang through on dubs on the four

Baby wanna get in this S-Class

Lil’ momma, she just wanna go fast

You know, baby, you don’t get a free pass

So I told her “Ass, gas or grass”

Rolex with the diamonds keep me shining

Gotta have perfect timing when I’m riding

Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah

Hoe, I’m so clean and motherfuckers just talkin’

Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin’

Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit, you leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

Less you hoppin’ in a old-school

Swimmin’ in the car pool

Everything is all cool

And she told me not to tell

With the rumors that I heard

She said everything was all true

Baby, wanna get in this S-Class

Lil’ momma, she just wanna go fast

You know, baby, you don’t get a free pass

So I told her “Ass, gas or grass”

Rolex with the diamonds keep me shining

Gotta have perfect timing when I’m riding

Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah

Just me and lil’ momma, yeah

Ridin’ around LA

Just me and lil’ momma, yeah

We run the city, yeah

Baby, wanna get in this S-Class

Lil’ momma, she just wanna go fast

You know, baby, you don’t get a free pass

So I told her “Ass, gas or grass”

Rolex with the diamonds keep me shining

Gotta have perfect timing when I’m riding

Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage, oh oh

So come hop in that ooh

What do you wanna do?

Put that dime in my coupe

With that gold on my tooth, oh yeah

Post Malone That’s It

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

Post Malone rockstar

[Post Malone:]

Hahahahaha

Tank God Beats

Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta

Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black

I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott”

Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke

She ask me light a fire like I’m on some

Ayy, act a fool on stage

Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car

Ayy, shit was legendary

Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn

Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in

Sayin’, “I’m with the band”

Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket

Tryna grab up from my pants

Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man

And they all brought a friend

Yeah, ayy

Ayy, ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta

Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[21 Savage:]

I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars

Feelin’ like a popstar (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 mas” (yeah, yeah, yeah)

They like, “Savage, why you got a 12 car garage

And you only got 6 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?”

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

[Post Malone:]

Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta

Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star

Rockstar

Rockstar, feel just like a rock…

Rockstar

Rockstar

Rockstar

Feel just like a…

Post Malone Money Made Me Do It

Diamonds in my chain gold

Every 20 minutes change clothes

I had a mil before the label

Just as long as they know, money made me do it

I said rest in peace to Bankroll

You in a better place dog

You won’t ever see me lay low

Start the engine watch me take off, money made me do it

I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

Watch me, yeah, I said money made me do it

I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

Take a ride when we wake up

Hit the gas melt your face off

Spend the day counting cake up

With a dime who think I changed up

I took the Lincoln down Rodeo

Ran through it like some Drain-o

Lots of bags can’t complain though

We was shopping until they closed

Why did I do that? Did I do that? Ooh yeah

New whip now I can pay my rent, ooh yeah

Diamonds in my chain gold

Every 20 minutes change clothes

I had a mil before the label

Just as long as they know, money made me do it

I said rest in peace to Bankroll

You in a better place dog

You won’t ever see me lay low

Start the engine watch me take off, money made me do it

I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

Watch me, yeah, I said money made me do it

I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

[2 Chainz:]

Got a bandana round my neck

Like Bankroll Fresh

Pocket full of street money

Bout to count my blessing

One hundred, one thousand

100K, one million

We smoke, we lay up, we rap

We talked about a vision (switch it up)

I got diamonds like a rainbow, every time I change clothes

Shawty fucked my friend but I act like I ain’t know

I’ma buy a rain coat, the storm might approach you

Clown like your daddy met your mom at a circus

I do on purpose, do it for the neighborhood

Smoking on that Meagan Good, with my niggas when I do it

Got that leather and that wood, got the marble on the floor

Got the burglar bars on the door at the bando

Diamonds in my chain gold

Every 20 minutes change clothes

I had a mil before the label

Just as long as they know, money made me do it

I said rest in peace to Bankroll

You in a better place dog

You won’t ever see me lay low

Start the engine watch me take off, money made me do it

I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

Watch me, yeah, I said money made me do it

I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

Post Malone What’s Up

[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]