Karaoké Cooped Up Post Malone & Roddy Ricch

Mmh mmh mmh

I'm about to pull up

Hit switch, pull curtain

And I been waitin' so long

Now I gotta resurface

And yeah we 'bout to toast up all that bread that we burnin'

'Cos I been feelin' cooped up

I been fuckin' cooped up

Yeah I'm off the Bud Light not the bourbon

I might chop the roof off the Suburban

Tried to be a nice guy

John Terzian 'till I started throwin' up in your Birkin

Then I woke up in the mornin'

Police showed up at my door with a warrant

I remember flushin' somethin' down the toilet

Guess you gotta let me off with a warnin'

Return of the Mack

Feelin' like an outcast

I'm the only guy in slacks

That'll cost you three stacks

Now you're savin' that check

Why you takin' my swag

Can you give me that back

Gucci my Prada

Miyake

Louis, Bottega and Tommy

All of these things on my body

Let's party

I'm about to pull up

Hit switch, pull curtain

And I been waitin' so long

Now I gotta resurface

And yeah we 'bout to toast up all that bread that we burnin'

'Cos I been feelin' cooped up

I been fuckin' cooped up

Shit

Gotta pull up

Pull up

Imma pull up

I pull up

Ayy

Got black minx all on the rug

Woah woah

Got hella hoes poppin' drugs

Woah woah

In every hood they show us love

Woah woah

Partner in crime with me while we whippin' in the spaceship

Got it out the pavement

Now we gettin' payment

Everybody 'round me gettin' money

It's too contagious

Kept it solid

Now we real rich to they amazement

Pulled up the Black Badge 'cos it was cleaner

I 'member I was just posted up with the demons

And Posty took me on my first damn tour dates

He had me rockin' every night

Sold out arenas

A project nigga

I never thought I would see shit

If I tried to tell you

You prolly wouldn't believe us

I'm about to pull up

Hit switch, pull curtain

And I been waitin' so long

Now I gotta resurface

And yeah we 'bout to toast up all that bread that we burnin'

'Cos I been feelin' cooped up

I been fuckin' cooped up

'Till the daylight come

'Till the daylight come

I got Saké in my tummy

Cigarette in my lungs

It's eleven in the mornin' and we still ain't done

And I'm still that bitch so what

Yeah we 'bout to toast up all that bread that we burnin'

'Cos I been feelin' cooped up

I been fuckin' cooped up