Listen to Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) by Post Malone

Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Post Malone

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Post Malone
Vocals
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Programming
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Composer
Austin Post
Austin Post
Songwriter
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Composer
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Post Malone
Post Malone
Producer
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Mixing Engineer

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 shits 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, "Whoa Man, my neck so goddamn cold" Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked I got homies, let it go, oh, oh-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 50 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
Writer(s): Tyrone William Griffin, Louis Bell, Carl Austin Rosen, Austin Richard Post Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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