Post Malone – Patient (Audio, Lyrics)

Post Malone - Patient (prod. Louis Bell)

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Post Malone Patient
Post Malone Patient

Post Malone – Patient (prod. Louis Bell)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I know my wrist be dancin’ crazy (Crazy)
Been on some fly shit lately (Lately)
Used to be so damn patient (Patient)
But now it’s “Fuck you, pay me” (Pay me)
Can’t let these motherfuckers phase me (Phase me)
Never let that money change me (Change me)
Ain’t the way my momma raised me (Raised me)
Don’t mean to brag, but can you blame me? (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Two hundred K and VVS, yellow diamonds (Skrrt, skrrt)
They wanna run up but they won’t never find me (No way)
Sleep right next to the F&N
Motherfuckers the government
Shut down all the plotting (Bop, bop, bop, uh)
One hundred bands on my body (Ooh, ooh)
Yeah, fuck with them boys, touch your body (Touch your body, touch your)
Lil’ momma just want my pockets (Outta pocket)
Yeah, ‘Rari take off like a rocket (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, hold up, you too close (You too close)
I don’t know, I don’t know ya (I don’t know ya, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Had to run it, run it up (Run it up)
How I roll, how I roll, yeah (That’s how I roll)
It’s like after you pop off (Pop off)
They all act like they know ya (They know ya)
And Young Post be like Pablo (Like Pablo)
And they all love to blow, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I know my wrist be dancin’ crazy (Whoa)
Been on some fly shit lately (Whoa)
Used to be so damn patient (Whoa)
But now it’s “Fuck you, pay me” (Yeah)
Can’t let these motherfuckers phase me (Whoa)
Never let that money change me
Ain’t the way my momma raised me (Whoa)
Don’t mean to brag, but can you blame me? (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Two hundred, swerving, dippin’, dodge on the highway (Skrrt)
You may contain me but you won’t never stop me (No)
On her way to my residence (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Try message your boo again
She pullin’ up prolly (Pullin’ up prolly)
Yeah, strally inside of that Bentley (Inside that Bentley)
Yeah, come take a tat’ on my belly (Bow, bow)
Yeah, people actin’ too friendly, man
They tryna get dividends (Yeah)
This shit is a problem (This shit’s a problem)
Yeah, you just be talkin’ shit but ain’t ever met me (Whoa)
DeChino fucked your bitch and now you resent me (Whoa)
I know them people but they don’t represent me (Whoa)
Them wastemen, we gonna make ’em all pay (Yeah, whoa)
They will never stop the plan
Eighty jumpin’ off my hand
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie (Rollie, Rollie)
Bust it open (Bust it open), holy moly (Holy moly)

[Chorus]
I know my wrist be dancin’ crazy (Whoa)
Been on some fly shit lately (Lately)
Used to be so damn patient (Whoa)
But now it’s “Fuck you, pay me” (Whoa)
Can’t let these motherfuckers phase me (Phase me)
Never let that money change me
Ain’t the way my momma raised me (Raised me)
Don’t mean to brag, but can you blame me? (Yeah)

[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Mmm, yeah
Mmm, yeah

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