Post Malone, Ty Dolla $ign - Psycho lyrics
Post Malone [Austin Richard Post] Syracuse, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Post Malone, Ty Dolla $ign - Psycho lyrics]
Damn, my AP goin' psycho
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
This jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for
Clowns and all the bozos my AP goin' psycho
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
This jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when
I'm rollin' through my ends, though
You stuck in the friend zone, I
Tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts
DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in
But it don't even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the
Shit's ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I'm
Like, "Shit, this is it, " ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we
Had that bitch lit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo
We get seen in the rent'
And I'm like "Woah, man
My neck so goddamn cold"
Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked
I got homies, let it go, oh
My money thick, won't ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can't ever tell you no
Damn, my AP goin' psycho
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
This jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for
Clowns and all the bozos my AP goin' psycho
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
This jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when
I'm rollin' through my ends, though
The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy
I'm hittin' lil' mama
She wanna have my babies
It's fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip
Promise I can take yo' bitch
Dolla ridin' in an old school Chevy
It's a drop top boolin' with a thot-thot
She gon' give me top-top
Just one switch, I can make the ass drop
(Hey) ayy, take you to the smoke shop
We gon' get high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo
Dial up Valentino, we gon' hit Pico
Take you where I'm from
Take you to the slums
This ain't happen overnight, no
These diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
All VVS', put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof
They're matching with the jewelry
Damn, my AP goin' psycho
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
This jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for
Clowns and all the bozos my AP goin' psycho
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
This jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when
I'm rollin' through my ends, though
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
This jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for
Clowns and all the bozos my AP goin' psycho
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
This jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when
I'm rollin' through my ends, though
You stuck in the friend zone, I
Tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts
DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in
But it don't even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the
Shit's ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I'm
Like, "Shit, this is it, " ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we
Had that bitch lit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo
We get seen in the rent'
And I'm like "Woah, man
My neck so goddamn cold"
Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked
I got homies, let it go, oh
My money thick, won't ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can't ever tell you no
Damn, my AP goin' psycho
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
This jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for
Clowns and all the bozos my AP goin' psycho
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
This jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when
I'm rollin' through my ends, though
The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy
I'm hittin' lil' mama
She wanna have my babies
It's fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip
Promise I can take yo' bitch
Dolla ridin' in an old school Chevy
It's a drop top boolin' with a thot-thot
She gon' give me top-top
Just one switch, I can make the ass drop
(Hey) ayy, take you to the smoke shop
We gon' get high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo
Dial up Valentino, we gon' hit Pico
Take you where I'm from
Take you to the slums
This ain't happen overnight, no
These diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
All VVS', put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof
They're matching with the jewelry
Damn, my AP goin' psycho
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
This jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for
Clowns and all the bozos my AP goin' psycho
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
This jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when
I'm rollin' through my ends, though