Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Patient , by - Post Malone. Release date: 08.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Patient |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| 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) |
| 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) |
| 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) |
| 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) |
| 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) |
| 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 |