作词 : Louis Bell/Austin Post/Tyrone Griffin Jr

作曲 : Louis Bell/Austin Post/Tyrone Griffin Jr

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, '****, this is it,' ayy

30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that b***h 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 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 endzone

The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy

I'm hittin' 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***h

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 swish, I can make the eyes drop (ayy)

Ayy, take you to the smoke shop

We gon' get high, 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 jean, 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

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 end though