Christian Rich, BIA, Vince Staples - High lyrics

My momma always told me women psycho
Bougie bitches paying school tuition
For the lipo she said she gone look better
Then Rihanna by the summer
ALC, them prices steep
This ain't the hundreds fuck you thinking
If I fuck her on the sink
She gone be calling every week
I'ma fuck her on the sofa so
She acting like she supposed to
Tesla Roadster in my dream
But this beamer get the job done
Money motivated
If it's slow then I'm gone rob some

Now if it's one thing I know
You either classy or trashy
I take a bite out the platter
But, I ain't grow up with no daddy
I make 'em buy a g-wagon and
A couple bundles of weed
But, if it's two things I know
Still ain't no nigga I need
I guess that's all on me
Peanut butter seats with the top down
Nothing less than hated
He want a side piece like a ROD
By ROD I mean domesticated, so pardon my back
'Cause, I ain't looking behind me
Soon as your ass big as Chyna
He'll go and leave you for Kylie

My momma always told me women psycho psycho