Post Malone – The Meaning lyrics

All this green, looking at my wrist
Like what the fuck you really mean
All this money nigga, all this green
Looking at my wrist like what the fuck it really mean
All this money nigga, all this green
Looking at my wrist like what the fuck it really mean
I got a couple bitches do they really love me
Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean
All this money nigga, all this green
Living that life like a fucking movie screen
I got a couple bitches do they really love me
Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean

My momma just called she said where the fuck you been
I said I ain't coming home until I get her a Benz
She said what happened to what's her name
That hoe ain't my friend, they be cool with you one day
But they just fucking pretending
This is the beginning never know no ending
We ain't imitations what the fuck is our ceiling
I need my son
Don't need the depend, he need to learn to read and not no fucking sense
If you talking money, then I might show off my penmanship
I can't even flex on Instagram
'Cause y'all niggas love to steal my shit
I ain't even worried this is one of the advantages
Remember when you see this shit, yeah '1st' did this shit

All this money nigga, all this green
Looking at my wrist like what the fuck it really mean
I got a couple bitches do they really love me
Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean
All this money nigga, all this green
Living that life like a fucking movie screen
I got a couple bitches do they really love me
Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean

Leaning through the city and I got my whole team
Cup just overflowing spilled some Faygo on my seat
Bathing ape tee, I got Balmain on my jeans
Starting once again, don't know what the fuck it means
I don't give a fuck about no bitch no
I ain't ever done, I'm getting rich hoe
All I'm trying to do is stack that guala and make my mami proud
Smoking hundred dollar papers with my woe
Oh yeah
I sit on top and go fast, I don't need a chauffeur
Talking shit what do you got to fucking show for
You know I'm the one they book the show for
30 bands up front

All this money nigga, all this green
Looking at my wrist like what the fuck it really mean
I got a couple bitches do they really love me
Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean
All this money nigga, all this green
Living that life like a fucking movie screen
I got a couple bitches do they really love me
Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean