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