Psycho Lyrics – Post Malone & Ty Dolla $ign

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Damn, my AP going 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 going 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 rolling through my ends, though

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
You stuck in the friend zone
I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the sh!t, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the sh!ts ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I'm like, "Sh!t, this is it, " ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that b!tch 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

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Damn, my AP going 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 going 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 rolling through my ends, though

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
The AP going psycho, my Rollie going brazy
I'm hitting 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' b!tch
Dolla riding in an old school Chevy, it's a drop top
Booling with a thot-thot, she gone give me top-top
Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (Hey)
Ayy, take you to the smoke shop
We gone get high, ayy, we gone hit Rodeo
Dial up Valentino, we gone 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

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Damn, my AP going 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 going 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 rolling through my ends, though