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Post Malone
I’m about to pull up in six Bugatti’s
And I’ve been waiting so long
Now I got to resurface
You know we bring the tops down
All that bread that we burning
‘Cause I’ve been feeling couped up
I’ve been fucking couped up (Mmm-mmm-mmm)
[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Yeah, I’m ’bout the Bud Light, not the Bourbon
I’ma take the roof off the Suburbans
Tryna be your next guy, John [?]
‘Til I started throwing up in your Birkin
Then I woke up in the morning
Police showed up at my door with a warrant
I remember flushing something down the toilet
Guess he gotta let me off with a warning
[?]
[?] slacks, that’ll cost you three stacks
Now you saving that check, why you taking my swag?
Can you give me that back
Gucci my [?], Miyagi
Louis Vuitton and Tommy
All of these things on my body, let’s party
[Chorus: Post Malone]
I’m about to pull up in six Bugatti’s
And I’ve been waiting so long
Now I got to resurface
You know we bring the tops down
All that bread that we burning
‘Cause I’ve been feeling couped up
I’ve been fucking couped up (Mmm-mmm-mmm)
[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
Shit, I’m ’bout to pull up
Pull up, I’ma pull up
I pull up now, ayy
Got black minx all on the [?], woah, woah
Got yellow hoes popping [?]
In every hood, they show us love
[?] while we whipping in the spaceship
Got it out the pavement, now we getting payment
Everybody ’round me getting money, it’s too contagious
Kept it solid now we-
[Chorus: Post Malone]
I’m about to pull up in six Bugatti’s
And I’ve been waiting so long
Now I got to resurface
You know we bring the tops down
All that bread that we burning
‘Cause I’ve been feeling couped up
I’ve been fucking couped up (Mmm-mmm-mmm)
