What You Say (feat. Post Malone & The Kid LAROI)

(Fuck what they say) I done made it out the storm (Shit, you know I did) check my bank, I made new commas (I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young (don't gotta) I wan' count up every day I'm out Try to take anything to keep my sane, I've been hustlin' I been grindin' hard, on my mama Side ho actin' lame, with my main I been fussin' I got too much money for these problems I wan' take these drugs with my friends, huh, oh I got all these hoes, all these clothes in my crib, yeah I fucked on them both, yes, I did, yeah You can't trust these hoes, I won't hold you That's what it is, yeah Huh, I'm too real Draco in my pea coat, I need some right here Pussy nigga get killed, oh Playin' 'round with these millions, lil' bro (lil', lil' bro) (Fuck what they say) I done made it out the storm (Shit, you know I did) check my bank, I made new commas (I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young (don't gotta) I wan' count up every day I'm out Pull up to this party, not for fun Make sure I stack my money tall Know that I look nice enough for someone Fresher, I might leave here with lil' shawty Ayy, all this drama, baby, I'm too rich for that Ayy, all these commas like I'm an aristocrat Ayy, in Bahamas, posted with my bitch with that Say that he want problems, it's no problem, we got shit for that Windows tinted, whip is all black And my credit card lookin' all platinum And your bitch told me she want all action Hit it once with a gold Magnum I don't really care 'bout what the blogs say 'Cause my mama good and my dogs straight You know if you could, you'd be on the same I'm in Hollywood, gettin' all faded, I swear I can't take breaks, I'm too young Strip club, throwin' up dubs You can't tell me nothin' Two hundred in my cup I was paid to be in this club No, I don't do shit for fun (Fuck what they say) I done made it out the storm (Shit, you know I did) check my bank, I made new commas (I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young (don't gotta) I wan' count up every day I'm out Pull up to this party, not for fun Makin' sure I stack my money tall Know that I look nice enough for someone Fresher, I might leave here with lil' shawty Hey, it's gotten cold, I walk that ice with stompers on Tommy fold, give 'em somethin' they can copy off Talk is talk, I'm super sweet, but chopper long That chain you gave her on, she told me, "Fuck the diamonds off" I did, I'm poppin' off, and I can't never clock off Hey, I can't have my baby rocker rockin' knockoffs Hey, my buddies gonna slide and maybe spin that block off Hey, fishtail off that lot and chop-chop-chop that top off I can't do this alone She a pain on the tone If you say you will follow me down I would happily drown (Fuck what they say) I done made it out the storm (Shit, you know I did) check my bank, I made new commas (I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young (don't gotta) I wan' count up every day I'm out Pull up to this party, not for fun Makin' sure I stack my money tall Know that I look nice enough for someone Fresher, I might leave here with lil' shawty