Psycho (Feat. Ty Dolla $ign) Lyrics - Post Malone

[Post Malone:]

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 walk through, man, we had every slit, ayy

Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip

Out the window of the Benzo, we could send in the rent'

And I'm like "Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold"

Diamonds weigh, my teeths is sore

I got homies, let it blow, 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

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy

I'm hittin' lil' mama, she wanna have my babies

Sippy on the Panky, 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)

Uh, 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 VVSs, put you in a necklace

Girl, you look beautiful tonight

Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

[Post Malone:]

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.

White Iverson Lyrics - Post Malone

Double OT

I'm a new breed

Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you

I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh

I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you

Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah

That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah

Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay

I got me some braids and I got me some hoes

Started rockin' the sleeve, I can't ball with no Joes

You know how I do it, Concords on my toes

(This shit is hard)

I ain't rich yet, but you know I ain't broke, I

So if I see it, I like it, buy that from the store, I

I'm with some white girls and they lovin' the coca

Like they're OT

Double OT like I'm KD, smokin' OG

And you know me, in my 2-3s and my gold teeth

Bitch I'm smiling, bet you see me from the nosebleeds

I'm the new 3 and I change out to my new 3s

White Iverson

When I started ballin' I was young

You gon' think about me when I'm gone

I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you

I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh

I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you

Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah

That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot yeah

Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay

Ooh, Stoney

Cigarettes and a headband

Commas, commas in my head, man

Slumped over like a dead man

Red and black, 'bout my bread, man

I'm the answer, never question

Lace up, learn a lesson

Bitch I'm saucin', I do this often, don't do no talkin'

My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans

I'm ballin', money jumpin'

Like I'm Davis from New Orleans

Or bitch I'm Harden, I don't miss nothin'

Fuck practice, this shit just happens, know y'all can't stand it

I have it, I never pass it, I work my magic

High average, ball on these bastards, it makes me happy

It's tragic, I make it happen, and all y'all Shaqtin'

White Iverson

When I started ballin' I was young

You gon' think about me when I'm gone

I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you

I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh

I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you

Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah

That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah

Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay.

Congratulations (feat. Quavo) Lyrics - Post Malone

Mm-mmm

Yah, yah

Mm-mmm

Yah (hey)

[Post Malone:]

My momma called, see you on TV, son

Said shit done changed ever since we was on

I dreamed it all ever since I was young

They said I would be nothing

Now they always say, "Congratulations" (uh)

Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh)

They ain't never had the dedication (uh)

People hatin', said we changing and look, we made it (uh)

Yeah, we made it (uh)

They was never friendly, yeah

Now I'm jumping out the Bentley, yeah

And I know I sound dramatic, yeah

But I know I had to have it, yeah

For the money, I'm a savage, yeah

Got me itching like a addict, yeah

I'm surrounded by twenty bad bitches, yuh

But they didn't know me last year, yuh

Everyone wanna act like they important (yeah)

But all that mean nothing when I swang my door, yuh (yeah)

Everyone counting on me, drop the ball, yuh (yeah)

Everything custom like I'm at the border, yah, yah

If you fuck with winning, but your lighters to the sky

How could I make cents when I got millions on my mind?

Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side

Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Post Malone and Quavo:]

My momma called, see you on TV, son

Said shit done changed ever since we was on

I dreamed it all ever since I was young

They said I would be nothing

Now they always say, "Congratulations" (congratulations)

Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (ooh)

They ain't never had the dedication (uh, ayy)

People hatin', said we changing look we made it (uh)

Yeah, we made it (uh, yah)

[Quavo:]

I was patient (yah)

Uh, I was patient (ayy, uh)

Now I can scream that we made it (we made it)

Now everywhere, everywhere I go, they say congratulation (uh)

Young nigga, young nigga, graduation (yah)

I pick up the rock and I ball, baby (ball)

I'm looking for someone to call, baby (brr)

But right now, I got a situation (ayy)

Never old been Ben Franklins (cash)

Big rings, champagne (ooh, champagne)

My life is like a ball game (ball game)

But instead I'm in the trap though (trap though)

Pot so big, call it Super Bowl (Super Bowl)

Super Bowl, call the hoes (brr)

Get in the Rolls (skrrt)

Top-floor lifestyle (top)

Huncho and Post (yah, ayy) Malone (ayy)

I gotta play on my phone (ayy)

You know what I'm on (ayy)

Huncho Houdini it's gone (ayy)

[Post Malone and Quavo:]

My momma called, see you on TV, son

Said shit done changed ever since we was on

I dreamed it all ever since I was young

They said I would be nothing

Now they always say, "Congratulations" (ayy, uh)

Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh, ooh)

They ain't never had the dedication (ayy, uh)

People hatin', said we changing look we made it (yah, uh)

Yeah, we made it (ayy)

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I Fall Apart Lyrics - Post Malone

Ooh I fall apart

Ooh yeah, mmmmm...

She told me that I'm not enough, yeah

And she left me with a broken heart, yeah

She fooled me twice and it's all my fault, yeah

She cut too deep, now she left me scarred, yeah

Now there's so many thoughts goin' through my brain, yeah

And now I'm takin' these shots like it's Novocaine, yeah

Ooh, I fall apart

Down to my core

Ooh, I fall apart

Down to my core

Ooh, didn't know it before

Surprised when you caught me off guard

All this damn jewelry I bought

You was my shorty, I thought

Never caught a feelin' this hard

Harder than the liquor I pour

Tell me you don't want me no more

But I can't let go

Everybody told me so

Feelin' like I sold my soul

Devil in the form of a whore

Devil in the form of a whore

You said it

No you said it

No you said it

We'd be together

Ooh, I fall apart

Down to my core

Ooh, I fall apart

Down to my core

Ooh, didn't know it before

Surprised when you caught me off guard

All this damn jewelry I bought

You was my shorty, I thought

Ice keep pourin' and the drink keep flowin'

Try to brush it off but it keep on goin'

Covered in scars and I can't help showin'

Whippin' in the foreign and the tears keep rollin'

Ice keep droppin' and the drink keep flowin'

Try to brush it off but it keep on goin'

All these scars, can't help from showin'

Whippin' in the foreign and the tears keep rollin', yeah

Ooh, I fall apart

Down to my core

Ooh, I fall apart

Down to my core

Ooh, didn't know it before

Surprised when you caught me off guard

All this damn jewelry I bought

You was my shorty, I thought.

Rockstar ( Feat. 21 Savage) Lyrics - Post Malone

[Post Malone:]

Hahahahaha

Tank God

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, name them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black

I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"

Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke

She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison

Ayy, act a fool on stage

Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car

Ayy, shit was legendary

Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn

Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in

Sayin', "I'm with the band"

Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket

Tryna grab up on my pants

Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man

And they all brought a friend

Yeah, ayy

Ayy, ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, name them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[21 Savage:]

I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars

Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)

Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool

And they ain't got on no bra (no bra)

Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks

And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage

And you only got 6 cars?" (21)

I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)

Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)

Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)

L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"

Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car

Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard

I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard

Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar

[Post Malone:]

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, name them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star

Rockstar

Rockstar, feel just like a rock...

Rockstar

Rockstar

Rockstar

Feel just like a...