Post Malone — Whatever

[Intro] Hahaha [Chorus] I wear whatever the fuck I want I do whatever the fuck I want I say whatever the fuck I want I buy whatever the fuck I want I wear whatever the fuck I want I do whatever the fuck I want I say whatever the fuck I want I buy whatever the fuck I want [Verse] Yeah, Melrose, six-whippin' Six digits, bad bitches, they be dick-lickin' Slick sippin' Pimp C with the limb missin' Teeth glisten, kick pound, smoking loud, listen Spend a grand on the shoes like my mind missing Givenchy kicked up while I'm smokin' on Doja Like Kanye, the Rover'll smash your Corolla I'm with your señora, she givin' me oral All-black in Fairfax It's really not fair that Flight-club is swipe-club, I see it, I buy it The Jordans, I wear that Young Post, yeah, beware that Volcano, prepare that Hoes kicking it at the crib, asking Malone "Can I play with your hair?", yeah (Hahaha) Uh, it keeps adding up The money, oh God, it just keeps addin' up The styrofoam cups always stay stackin' up And you know that my team just gon' keep actin' up You play me a song, please just give rappin' up You talkin' that shit, boy, just keep that shit up Find Post in the cut, prolly smokin' a blunt I use all of this money to shit on you fucks [Chorus] I wear whatever the fuck I want I do whatever the fuck I want I say whatever the fuck I want I buy whatever the fuck I want I wear whatever the fuck I want I do whatever the fuck I want I say whatever the fuck I want I buy whatever the fuck I want [Outro] Yeah, Melrose, six-whippin' Hahaha Melrose, six-whippin' Six digits, bad bitches Now listen, listen