Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2KBABY
2KBABY
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Todd
Christian Todd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Norva "VA" Denton
Norva "VA" Denton
Executive Producer
Shermonte "YC Da Goat" Mayfield
Shermonte "YC Da Goat" Mayfield
Executive Producer
Alan Passmore
Alan Passmore
Mixing Engineer
Danny Hajj
Danny Hajj
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah, yes, wait a minute, Mister Postman
Wait, Mister Postman
[Chorus]
Shown up, shorty thought I was the postman (Yeah)
Showed up and she throw it back with no hands (Oh)
Hold up, I ain't never needed no man (Yeah)
Pour up, why you counting up with both hands?
[Verse 1]
I gave you my heart, but forgot to mention, be loving too hard
Been down from the start, but you do enough 'cause you caught you a star
Just know who you are, yeah
And you'll go really far, yeah, yeah
Some days I be wishing I'm dead
Can't be bitching, I must get this bread
But I keep that shit on the low
I might go a few days and make no posts
They like, "Where the fuck did you go?"
But right now I gotta deal with a boatload
Forever gon' love all my bros
'Less some **** be breaking the bro code
Man, I put that shit on my soul
We never gon' love on these hoes
These bitches be doing the most, yeah
[Chorus]
Shown up, shorty thought I was the postman (Yeah)
Showed up and she throw it back with no hands (Oh)
Hold up, I ain't never needed no man (Yeah)
Pour up, why you counting up with both hands?
[PostChorus]
Yeah, yeah
And all I know
Is that she needs the postman, postman, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
They say I look just like my mama
But I get to start tripping and act like my papa
I put a whole lot in this chopper
Or I might just sit back, make a call to my shotter
I go hard in the paint like I'm Waka
All you **** be smoking that flakka
Tell her throw it with no hands, Waka Flocka
She wanna romance 'cause I got lot of dollars
Go through this shit day to day
Out the hood, give a fuck what a hater say
I been good 'cause they know that I paved the way
Light a 'Wood for my **** that fade away
Wish I could, then I would known a greater day
I be rocking that Bathing Ape
While your **** be rocking that shit off the layaway
Wanna drip, gotta pay to play
And you know I be tribulation when the paper lay, yeah
[Chorus]
Shown up, shorty thought I was the postman (Yeah)
Showed up and she throw it back with no hands (Oh)
Hold up, I ain't never needed no man (Yeah)
Pour up, why you counting up with both hands?
[PostChorus]
Yeah, yeah
And all I know
Is that she needs the postman, postman, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Hey, Mister Postman, look and see (Woah, yeah)
Is there a letter in your bag for me? (Please, please, Mister Postman)
'Cause it's been a mighty long time (Woah, yeah)
Since I heard from this boyfriend of mine
Written by: Christian Todd
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