Biografía:
Austin Richard Post (Siracusa, Nueva York 4 de julio de 1994), más conocido por su nombre artístico Post Malone, es un rapero, productor y compositor estadounidense.? Ganó importante reconocimiento por primera vez el 10 febrero de 2015, tras el lanzamiento de su primer single "White Iverson". En agosto de 2015, Malone consiguió un contrato discográfico con Republic Records. El 9 de diciembre de 2016, lanzó su primer álbum de estudio Stoney.
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Otras canciones:
- Better Now
- Circles
- Congratulations
- Deja Vu
- Feeling Whitney
- Go Flex
- Goodbyes
- Goodbyes (feat. Young Thug)
- I Fall Apart
- I Fall Apart And Location
- Rockstar
- Stay
- Sunflower
- Sunflower Ft. Swae Lee
- White Iverson
- Whitney
- Sunflower (& Swae Lee)
- Ball For Me
- Big Lie
- Blame It On Me
- Boy Bandz
- Broken Whiskey Glass
- Candy Paint
- Cold
- Feel
- Hit This Hard
- Hollywood Dreams Come Down
- Holyfield
- Jonestown Interlude
- Leave
- Monte
- No Option
- Otherside
- Over Now
- Paranoid
- Patient
- Psycho
- Rich And Sad
- Spoil My Night
- Sugar Wraith
- Tears
- Too Young
- Up There
- Why Dont You Love Me
- Wow
- Yours Truly Austin Post
- Zack And Codeine
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
G D Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Hook]
Em
I know my wrist be dancin' crazy
G
Been on some fly shit lately
G D
Used to be so damn patient
Am
But now it's "Fuck you, pay me"
Em
Can't let these motherfuckers phase me
G D
Never let that money change me
D
Ain't the way my momma raised me
C Am
Don't mean to brag but can you blame me?
[Verse 1]
Em D
Two hundred K and VVS, yellow diamonds
G D
They wanna run up but they won't never find me
D
Sleep right next to the F&N
D
Motherfuckers the government
Am
Shut down all the plotting
Em
One hundred bands on my body
G
Fuck with them boys, touch your body
D
Lil' momma just want my pockets
Am
'Rari take off like a rocket
[Bridge]
Em
Hold up, you too close
G
I don't know, I don't know ya
D
Had to run it, run it up
Am
How I roll, how I roll, yeah
Em
It's like after you pop off
G
They all act like they know ya
D
And Young Post be like Pablo
Am
And they all love to blow, yeah
[Hook]
Em
I know my wrist be dancin' crazy
G
Been on some fly shit lately
G D
Used to be so damn patient
Am
But now it's "Fuck you, pay me"
Em
Can't let these motherfuckers phase me
G D
Never let that money change me
D
Ain't the way my momma raised me
C Am
Don't mean to brag but can you blame me?
[Verse 2]
Am
Two hundred, swerving, dippin', dodge on the highway
G
You may contain me but you won't never stop me
D
On her way to my residence
D
Try message your boo again
D Am
She pullin' up prolly
Am Em
Strally inside of that Bentley
C G
Yeah, come take a tat' on my belly
D
Yeah, people actin' too friendly, man
D
They tryna get dividends
D C
This shit is a problem
Am C D
Yeah, you just be talkin' shit but ain't ever met me
D G
DeChino fucked your bitch and now you resent me
D Am
I know them people but they don't represent me
G Em
Them wastemen, we gonna make 'em all pay
G
They will never stop the plan
D
Eighty jumpin' off my hand
Am
Rollie, rollie, rollie
Am
Bust it open, holy moly
[Hook]
Em
I know my wrist be dancin' crazy
G
Been on some fly shit lately
G D
Used to be so damn patient
Am
But now it's "Fuck you, pay me"
Em
Can't let these motherfuckers phase me
G D
Never let that money change me
D
Ain't the way my momma raised me
C Am
Don't mean to brag but can you blame me?
[Outro]
Em G
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah
D Am
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah
Em G
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah
D Am
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah
Em G D
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
G D Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Hook]
Em
I know my wrist be dancin' crazy
G
Been on some fly shit lately
G D
Used to be so damn patient
Am
But now it's "Fuck you, pay me"
Em
Can't let these motherfuckers phase me
G D
Never let that money change me
D
Ain't the way my momma raised me
C Am
Don't mean to brag but can you blame me?
[Verse 1]
Em D
Two hundred K and VVS, yellow diamonds
G D
They wanna run up but they won't never find me
D
Sleep right next to the F&N
D
Motherfuckers the government
Am
Shut down all the plotting
Em
One hundred bands on my body
G
Fuck with them boys, touch your body
D
Lil' momma just want my pockets
Am
'Rari take off like a rocket
[Bridge]
Em
Hold up, you too close
G
I don't know, I don't know ya
D
Had to run it, run it up
Am
How I roll, how I roll, yeah
Em
It's like after you pop off
G
They all act like they know ya
D
And Young Post be like Pablo
Am
And they all love to blow, yeah
[Hook]
Em
I know my wrist be dancin' crazy
G
Been on some fly shit lately
G D
Used to be so damn patient
Am
But now it's "Fuck you, pay me"
Em
Can't let these motherfuckers phase me
G D
Never let that money change me
D
Ain't the way my momma raised me
C Am
Don't mean to brag but can you blame me?
[Verse 2]
Am
Two hundred, swerving, dippin', dodge on the highway
G
You may contain me but you won't never stop me
D
On her way to my residence
D
Try message your boo again
D Am
She pullin' up prolly
Am Em
Strally inside of that Bentley
C G
Yeah, come take a tat' on my belly
D
Yeah, people actin' too friendly, man
D
They tryna get dividends
D C
This shit is a problem
Am C D
Yeah, you just be talkin' shit but ain't ever met me
D G
DeChino fucked your bitch and now you resent me
D Am
I know them people but they don't represent me
G Em
Them wastemen, we gonna make 'em all pay
G
They will never stop the plan
D
Eighty jumpin' off my hand
Am
Rollie, rollie, rollie
Am
Bust it open, holy moly
[Hook]
Em
I know my wrist be dancin' crazy
G
Been on some fly shit lately
G D
Used to be so damn patient
Am
But now it's "Fuck you, pay me"
Em
Can't let these motherfuckers phase me
G D
Never let that money change me
D
Ain't the way my momma raised me
C Am
Don't mean to brag but can you blame me?
[Outro]
Em G
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah
D Am
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah
Em G
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah
D Am
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah
Em G D
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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