Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Post Malone
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Composer
Austin Post
Austin Post
Composer
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Composer
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Post Malone
Post Malone
Producer
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering 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 45 the fifth, ay Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the sh-, ay Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ay Know that I been with the s- ever since a jit, ay I made my first million, I'm like, "S-, this is it," ay 30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that - lit, ay 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 -damn 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 50 on the pinky, chain so stanky You should see the whip, promise I can take yo' - 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 - drop (hey) Ay, take you to the smoke shop We gon' get high, ay, 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 matchin' 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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