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

[Tyla Yaweh:]
Ah, shit, I'm just working in the studio
Ah, okay
You miss me?
Papa
Calling me "Papa"?
I want you, Papa
Aight (You always talking about it), I'll call you right back

You always talking about it, uh
You never making no profit, uh
I treat my hoes like a option
If she talking and get out of pocket, ooh
I'm living life like a rockstar
Pulling up, stretch limousines
To look at me, that cost a fee
Them double C's all on my feet
You always talking about it, yeah
You always talking about it
You say that you rapping in private, yeah
But I see that you cap about it
Living life like a rockstar
Pulling 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 living my life like a criminal
I call this shit First 48
I been quiet, there's no one to blame, yeah
My lawyer said we beat the case
I'm living my life, celebration
I'm thanking the Lord, I got patience
I'm loving the way that she take it
I bend it, I fold it, I flip it
She bringing it back just to prove it
I'm giving her work just to move it, yeah
I'm living the life that I'm choosing, yeah
I'm getting these racks, getting stupid, yeah

You always talking about it, uh
You never making no profit, uh
I treat my hoes like a option
If she talking and get out of pocket, ooh
I'm living life like a rockstar
Pulling up, stretch limousines
To look at me, that cost a fee
Them double C's all on my feet
You always talking about it, yeah
You always talking about it
You say that you rapping in private, yeah
But I see that you cap about it
Living life like a rockstar
Pulling up, stretch limousines
To look at me, that cost a fee
Them double C's all on my feet

[Post Malone:]
Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee
Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me
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 popping as shit (Wow, wow)
I'm popping the 'pagne and I'm popping that bitch (Wow, ooh, damn)
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 asking 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 jumping, no Mario

[Tyla Yaweh:]
You always talking about it, uh
You never making no profit, uh
I treat my hoes like a option
If she talking and get out of pocket, ooh
I'm living life like a rockstar
Pulling up, stretch limousines
To look at me, that cost a fee
Them double C's all on my feet
You always talking about it, yeah
You always talking about it
You say that you rapping in private, yeah
But I see that you cap about it
Living life like a rockstar
Pulling up, stretch limousines
To look at me, that cost a fee
Them double C's all on my feet

[Post Malone:]
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)