Post Malone, Kanye West, Justin Bieber - No Reason lyrics
Post Malone [Austin Richard Post] Syracuse, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Post Malone, Kanye West, Justin Bieber - No Reason lyrics]
A hunnid years from now we gon' all be dead
All be dead all be dead, so tonight, bitch
I might as well get head
I got a tan line
I wear my fuckin' Rollie so much
Lil' bitch, you think you somethin'
But I find you in the gutter
Kinda want it, bought it with the money
Oh look with your girl you don't fuck
I can tell you wanna fuck her
Count a hunnid bands
Watch it swerve on the street (Oh yeah)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me
(Oh oh oh)
An' I got a hunnid-thousand
In my motherfuckin' bag
Pull up Saint Laurent and I put it on the jet
(Oh oh oh)
Motherfuckin' jet, drop the top on a Bent'
Pull up to the fuckin' club and
I'm smackin' on your bitch (Oh oh oh)
Lil' mama gon' suck me up
Hell, mama, 'cause we your season (Oh oh oh)
Now I got shawty on my
Yeah, I left her for no reason
Leon DeChino gon' fuck on your bitch
I just don't remember nothing when I wake
I just put forty-thousand on my wrist
I just be like I'm a man on a mission
(Oh oh oh)
Got a rattlesnake, keep it hissin' (rattle)
And I hold it now with no reason (ayy)
I got a tan line
I wear my fuckin' Rollie so much
Lil' bitch, you think you somethin'
But I find you in the gutter
Kinda want it, bought it with the money
Oh look with your girl you don't fuck
I can tell you wanna fuck her
A hunnid years from now we gon' all be dead
All be dead all be dead, so tonight, bitch
I might as well get head
A hunnid years from now, we gon' all be dead
All be dead (Boom)
So tonight, I might as well get head
See Post Malone Live
Get tickets as low as $550
And you talkin' that shit for no reason
When you know you comin' home this evenin'
Why you wanna come and play with my emotions?
When you know you should be
Going through the motions
We don't got no time to waste, whoa-oa-oa
This is not the time or place, oh oh ohhh
This the shit that make you wanna wow
(Wow, wow)
And I really think I'm on that king shit
Make you wanna bow down (Bow down)
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I lost it now
Got me runnin' like a faucet now
Tell 'em there's a new boss in town
Girl, I'm feelin' like I'm lost and found
'Cause I'm so up and down
Count a hunnid bands
Watch it swerve on the street (Oh oh oh)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me
A hunnid years from now we gon' all be dead
All be dead (Boom)
All be dead, so tonight, bitch
I might as well get head
A hunnid years from now we gon' all be dead
All be dead (Boom)
So tonight, I might as well get head
All be dead all be dead, so tonight, bitch
I might as well get head
I got a tan line
I wear my fuckin' Rollie so much
Lil' bitch, you think you somethin'
But I find you in the gutter
Kinda want it, bought it with the money
Oh look with your girl you don't fuck
I can tell you wanna fuck her
Count a hunnid bands
Watch it swerve on the street (Oh yeah)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me
(Oh oh oh)
An' I got a hunnid-thousand
In my motherfuckin' bag
Pull up Saint Laurent and I put it on the jet
(Oh oh oh)
Motherfuckin' jet, drop the top on a Bent'
Pull up to the fuckin' club and
I'm smackin' on your bitch (Oh oh oh)
Lil' mama gon' suck me up
Hell, mama, 'cause we your season (Oh oh oh)
Now I got shawty on my
Yeah, I left her for no reason
Leon DeChino gon' fuck on your bitch
I just don't remember nothing when I wake
I just put forty-thousand on my wrist
I just be like I'm a man on a mission
(Oh oh oh)
Got a rattlesnake, keep it hissin' (rattle)
And I hold it now with no reason (ayy)
I got a tan line
I wear my fuckin' Rollie so much
Lil' bitch, you think you somethin'
But I find you in the gutter
Kinda want it, bought it with the money
Oh look with your girl you don't fuck
I can tell you wanna fuck her
A hunnid years from now we gon' all be dead
All be dead all be dead, so tonight, bitch
I might as well get head
A hunnid years from now, we gon' all be dead
All be dead (Boom)
So tonight, I might as well get head
See Post Malone Live
Get tickets as low as $550
And you talkin' that shit for no reason
When you know you comin' home this evenin'
Why you wanna come and play with my emotions?
When you know you should be
Going through the motions
We don't got no time to waste, whoa-oa-oa
This is not the time or place, oh oh ohhh
This the shit that make you wanna wow
(Wow, wow)
And I really think I'm on that king shit
Make you wanna bow down (Bow down)
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I lost it now
Got me runnin' like a faucet now
Tell 'em there's a new boss in town
Girl, I'm feelin' like I'm lost and found
'Cause I'm so up and down
Count a hunnid bands
Watch it swerve on the street (Oh oh oh)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me
A hunnid years from now we gon' all be dead
All be dead (Boom)
All be dead, so tonight, bitch
I might as well get head
A hunnid years from now we gon' all be dead
All be dead (Boom)
So tonight, I might as well get head