"Post Oak" lyrics
"Post Oak"
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Why you think I wanna play around, play around?
When I'm out of town, bitch, you gotta hold me down
Keep my head up just to see my money pile
Rolls from the ground, money longer than a mile
Swear a nigga evolve, every time they steal my style
Every day a challenge, I'm still tryna figure out
Got so many fits, swear all I do is pout
Woke up at Post Oak, used to sleep on a nigga couch
Told her to keep her bag straight, I put it in, she slouched
I do chiropractist I beat your back down
She wanna separate, like some damn track house
I make tea all the time, so it ain't no gettin' out
All the markets sick
Thousands count like thread, can't read her mind
But I love her head, only a matter of time
Then I'm gon' forget, followin' my steps
Now you gettin' bread, nigga lost his mind
Should've kept it player, caught her in her lie
She in a nigga bed, she wanna conceive
Told her that she dead, make it up to me
Your secrets, I pretend
Why you think I wanna play around, play around?
When I'm not in town, gotta hold me, hold me down
Keep my head up, drink, let's ea, my money pile
Rose from the ground, money longer than a mile
Swear a nigga evolve, every time they steal my style
Every day a challenge, I'm still tryna figure out
Got so many fits, swear all I do is pout
Woke up at Post Oak, used to sleep on a nigga couch
Told her to keep her bag straight, I put it in, she slouched
I do chiropractist I beat your back down
She wanna separate, like some damn track house
I make tea all the time, so it ain't no gettin' out
All the markets sick
Thousands count like thread, can't read her mind
But I love her head, only a matter of time
Then I'm gon' forget, followin' my steps
Now you gettin' bread, nigga lost his mind
Should've kept it player, caught her in her lie
She in a nigga bed, she wanna conceive
Told her that she dead, make it up to me
Your secrets, I pretend
Why you think I wanna play around, play around?
When I'm not in town, gotta hold me, hold me down
Keep my head up, drink, let's ea, my money pile
Rose from the ground, money longer than a mile
Swear a nigga evolve, every time they steal my style
Every day a challenge, I'm still tryna figure out
Got so many fits, swear all I do is pout
Woke up at Post Oak, used to sleep on a nigga couch
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- Pi'erre Bourne Lyrics
album:
"Made In Paris" (2025)
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