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

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 talking about it), I'll call you right back

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 C's 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 C's all on my feet

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

We 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

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 C's 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 C's all on my feet

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

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)

I'm poppin' the 'pagne and I'm poppin' that bitch (wow)

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

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 C's 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 C's all on my feet

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)

Please don't save my life, oh

Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee (pew, pew, pew)

Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me (pew, pew, pew)

Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee (pew, pew, pew)