Post Malone — Another Cup

[Intro: FKi 1st] Hahaha Turn up Turn up Yeah Hahaha [Pre-Chorus: Post Malone] Tell my dudes, "Bring the bottles to the crib" Call them hoes, bring them models to the crib We turnin' up, it's full throttle in this bitch Fuck is up with all these haters talkin' shit? [Chorus: Post Malone] I just poured me up a cup (I just poured me up a cup) Call the plug and see what's up (Call my plug and see what's up) Ayy, I just poured me up a cup (I just poured me up a cup) Lemme show these haters up (Lemme show these haters up) [Verse 1: Post Malone] Put the damn lean in the rocka Pull up to the scene b-b-baka Balmain, whole screen light the block up Lookin' damn clean with the shopper Screaming "Wu-tang Queen", I'm a shopper They see us lookin' evil with the hover Pull up, ski-mask, balaclava Damn, let me do the honors (honors) Sign my name over by the commas Hit the dash, spend a grand at Benihana's (got me faded, oh my God) Everything designer Margiela got me lookin' like I'm walkin' on some water (oh shit) Drop the top on the whip for the summer Just finished this bottle, think I'm 'bout to pop another Tell the waitress, "Keep 'em comin'" (damn right) We always turnt up, ho, it's nothing And tell my old bitch "don't worry who I'm fuckin'" (uh) Keep the 'rari engine running, hit the gas and I fuckin' blast past Spillin' champagne out the damn glass Bitch, I'm stuck (bitch, I'm stuck) And I'm livin' out in Cali now (bitch) And, bitch, my life is lavish now (turn up) Blowin' money and I'm laughin' now (laughin') Rodeo, drive a 424, I'm cashin' out [Pre-Chorus: Post Malone] Tell my dudes, "Bring the bottles to the crib" Call them hoes, bring them models to the crib We turnin' up, it's full throttle in this bitch 'Fuck is up with all these haters talkin' shit? [Chorus: Post Malone] I just poured me up a cup (I just poured me up a cup) Call the plug and see what's up (Call my plug and see what's up) Ayy, I just poured me up a cup (I just poured me up a cup) Lemme show these haters up (Lemme show these haters up) [Verse 2: Sauce Lord Rich & FKi 1st] I got four seats, talkin' four freaks, goin' balls-deep Think about it, fuckin' 'em in a fisher, I'ma foresee Ho, please, saucin' 'til I'm forty like I'm OE Hood name hot too, ninja name [?] Source Jefé, [?] like an esé Known to get a little from my side like a temp fade I be in the A like a wrote a good essay And add a little L to it when I do my West thing She be takin' shots, no Goldie In the spur of the moment like Ginobili Hit her with the Chris Paul, pass her to my homie Keep it a hunnid, told me I done it Told me to run it, drinkin' for nothing Screamin' out, "Fuck it", we'll make her buss it Turnin' up 'til it's over (ayy) We done ball, hold up, hold up [Verse 3: FKi 1st] I been runnin' round that bit, ho, fuckin' with a thick chick Runnin' round this mo'fucker, tryna get my dick licked I'm coolin' with so many bitches, I'm feelin' laughin', I'm on my ting shit I got 'em dirty dancin' in my mansion and my team lit Niggas poppin' bottle after bottle champagne-poppin' They can't stop it so they clappin', yeah, things poppin' Yeah, we popular, go check my fan-page [Pre-Chorus: Post Malone] Tell my dudes, "Bring the bottles to the crib" Call them hoes, bring them models to the crib We turnin' up, it's full throttle in this bitch 'Fuck is up with all these haters talkin' shit? (Now hol' up, hahaha, tell my) [Chorus: Post Malone] I just poured me up a cup (sell my, turn up) Call the plug and see what's up, was, what's up (call my, turn up) Ayy, I just poured me up a cup Lemme show these haters up