Intro: Post Malone
Uh, woah, for me

Pre-Chorus: Post Malone
Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now
I aint got the time to get you Saint Laurent down
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou

Chorus: Post Malone
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah

Verse 1: Post Malone
Im on the road, Im gettin paid, like what you want, baby? (What you want, baby?)
Youre bougie, baby, but I love you, baby, give you the world, baby (you the world, baby)
Paid five grand for a handbag, thats Saint Laurent, baby (Saint Laurent, baby)
Damn, you love that money, baby (oh-oh-oh)
Hunnid thousand plus hunnid thousand, my whip (my whip, my whip)
30 thousand plus 30 thousand, my wrist (my wrist, my wrist)
We got alcohol, plus bad bitches, thats lit (thats lit, thats lit)
I swear, baby, we was just kissin, thats it (thats it, thats it)
How could I forget the shit that you done done for me? (For me)
Baby gonna take the charge and take the fall for me (for me)
Would love to take you shoppin, but girl, Ill be on tour
Sorry, lil mama, I cant give you more

Pre-Chorus: Post Malone
Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now
I aint got the time to get you Saint Laurent down
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou

Chorus: Post Malone
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah

Verse 2: Nicki Minaj
Yo, gotta hit him on the jack
When you comin back? Where is you at on the map?
Everything is intact
Coulda been a seamstress, still wouldnt cut him slack
Pretty much, aint got a clue
Itty bitty piggyback off everything I do
But Im still droppin jaws
Got em lookin like James Harden at the awards
Back to you, Im so into ya
For real, breh like Im kin to ya
If you a 10, I add 10 to ya
They be mad when I tend to ya
Thats what the bae like
Call me Buffy cause thats what I slay like
These bitches, I son em like its daylight
These niggas wanna know what it tastes like
What it tastes like, yo, what it tastes like, yo
They wanna know what it tastes like, yo
All this ice, it should taste like snow
Get kimonos and lets fly to Tokyo
Pretty, pretty please baby, wont you cop this for me? Uh

Pre-Chorus: Post Malone
Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now
I aint got the time to get you Saint Laurent down
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou

Chorus: Post Malone