Tommy Lee (Tommy Lee Remix) (feat. Post Malone)

Ah, shit, I'm just workin' in the studio Ah, okay You miss me Papa Callin' me Papa I want you, Papa Aight You always talkin' about it, I'll call you right back Chorus: Tyla Yaweh You always talkin' about it, uh You never makin' no profit, uh I treat my hoes like a option If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh I'm livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up, stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double Cs all on my feet You always talkin' about it, yeah You always talkin' about it You say that you rappin' in private, yeah But I see that you cap about it Livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up, stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double Cs all on my feet Verse 1: Tyla Yaweh I changed my color to Nipsey blue Your racks, it get small, that shit pitiful If you tryna get so physical That .45 will make you invisible I'm livin' my life like a criminal I call this shit First 48 I been quiet, there's no one to blame, yeah My lawyer said we beat the case I'm livin' my life, celebration I'm thankin' the Lord, I got patience I'm lovin' the way that she take it I bend it, I fold it, I flip it She bringin' it back just to prove it I'm givin' her work just to move it, yeah I'm livin' the life that I'm choosin', yeah I'm gettin' these racks, gettin' stupid, yeah Chorus: Tyla Yaweh You always talkin' about it, uh You never makin' no profit, uh I treat my hoes like a option If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh I'm livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up, stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double Cs all on my feet You always talkin' about it, yeah You always talkin' about it You say that you rappin' in private, yeah But I see that you cap about it Livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up, stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double Cs all on my feet Verse 2: Post Malone Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me Pew, pew, pew, pew-pew-pew Milli' on wrist, ain't no rocks on me Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh I'm pretty as fuck, wanna copy me Rocks on me, rocks on me I heard you was mad 'cause I'm poppin' as shit Wow, wow I'm poppin' the 'pagne and I'm poppin' that bitch Wow, ooh, damn I hop out a plane and went straight to the whip Ooh I know they can see, I think that's pretty cool if you askin' me Bugatti, no body roll, curtains in back of the candy Rolls I love when my lawyer calls, I hate when I run out of smoke Pull up to the party, oh, and we like to party, oh I finish the bottle, dawg, get this bitch jumpin', no Mario Chorus: Tyla Yaweh You always talkin' about it, uh You never makin' no profit, uh I treat my hoes like a option If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh I'm livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up, stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double Cs all on my feet You always talkin' about it, yeah You always talkin' about it You say that you rappin' in private, yeah But I see that you cap about it Livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up, stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double Cs all on my feet Outro: Post Malone Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee Still shit so Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me Hard, cigarettes Milli' on wrist, ain't no rocks on me Cars, bedroom I'm pretty as fuck, wanna copy me Star, rocks on me, rocks one me Please don't save my life, oh Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee Pew, pew, pew, pew-pew-pew Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me Pew, pew, pew, pew-pew-pew Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee Pew, pew, pew, pew-pew-pew