Wow. (Remix) Post Malone (Ft. Roddy Ricch & Tyga)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Said she tired of little money, need a big boy
Pull up 20-inch blades like I'm Lil’ Troy
Now it's everybody flockin', need a decoy
Shawty mixing up the vodka with the LaCroix, yeah
G-Wagen, G-Wagen, G-Wagen, G-Wagen
All the housewives pullin’ up (Up, up)
I got a lot of toys, 720S, bumpin' Fall Out Boy
You was talkin' shit in the beginning (Mm-mm)
Back when I was feelin' more forgivin' (More forgivin')
I know it piss you off to see me winnin' (See me winnin')
See the igloo in my mouth when I be grinnin’ (I be grinnin’), yeah

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Hundred bands in my pocket, it's on me
Hundred deep when I roll like the army
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It’s a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow)
Hundred bands in my pocket, it's on me (On me)
Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (Know me)
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It’s a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow)

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch & Post Malone]
Bustin' out my jeans, I got big racks (Hey)
We gon' pull up in the Cullinan in double G (Wow)
I keep a ticket on me, nigga, ain't nothin' to me
I'm draped down in Givenchy
I just put blue guts in the 'Rari
Rich niggas only in this section, I'm sorry
Bust down watch and shades by Bvlgari
I'm smokin' on jet fuel like Bob Marley
I spend a hundred thousand on my necklace, check
Real street nigga from the set, mmh, check
I was in the projects, now I'm on the jet
I ain't even tryna talk if it ain't about a check, yeah