Psycho
Fm
(Chorus)
F Em
....Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
C Dm
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Bb F
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Gm Cm
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
C F C
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Dm Dm7
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Bb Am
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
F Gm C
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though
(Verse 1)
F C
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Dm C
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the sh*t, ayy
Bb A Am
Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ayy
Gm C
Know that I been with the sh*ts ever since a jit, ayy
F C
I made my first million, I'm like, "sh*t, this is it," ayy
Dm C
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that b**ch lit, ayy
Bb F
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Gm C
Out the window of the Benzo, we get seen in the rent'
F C Dm C
And I'm like "Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold??
Bbmaj7F
Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked
Gm GFm
I got homies, let it go, oh
C Dm
My money thick, won't ever fold
C Bb
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
F Fm GmC
And I can't ever tell you no
(Verse 2)
F C
The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy
Dm C
I'm hittin' lil' mama, she wanna have my babies
Bb Am
It's fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky
Gm7 Cm7
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo' b**ch
C F C
Dolla ridin' in an old school Chevy, it's a drop top
Dm7 C
Boolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top
Bb F Gm7
Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (hey)
C
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
F C
We gon' get high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo
Dm7 C
Dial up Valentino, we gon' hit Pico
Bbmaj7 Am
Take you where I'm from, take you to the slums
Gm7 Cm7
This ain't happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
C7 F C
Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
Dm7
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
C Bbmaj7 Am
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Gm7 C
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry
(Chorus)
F C
Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Dm7 Dm
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
C Bb F
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Gm C F
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though