[Chorus: 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

[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 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

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

[Drop: Post Malone]

Whoa

Neck so goddamn

Whoa

My t-shirt soaked

I got homies, let it go, oh

(This is it)

AP goin’ psycho

I got homies, let it go, oh

[Bridge: Post Malone]

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 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’ psy-

Can't really trust no-

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

[Drop: Post Malone]

AP goin'

Whoa

I got homies, let it go, oh

(Shit, this is it)

AP goin'

I got homies, let it go, oh