Psycho
Post Malone Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

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
Thirty 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, "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 ends, though

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 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

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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Post Malone's song "Psycho" mainly revolve around Post Malone's extravagant lifestyle. In the chorus, he talks about his expensive Audemars Piguet watch, also known as an "AP," going "psycho." He compares a girl he's with to Michael Jackson, saying she's bad like him. The lyrics also touch on the topic of trust, saying that with all this jewelry on him, he can't really trust anyone. The second verse highlights Post Malone's wealth, with him discussing how he made his first million and how he can't resist giving money to others. The third verse includes more bragging about his possessions, from his Rolex to his chain. He then talks about how he can take any girl he wants, and how he can manipulate his car's hydraulic suspension to make it move a certain way. Overall, the song's lyrics are a reflection of Post Malone's luxurious lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
My Audemars Piguet watch is malfunctioning, while the young woman with me looks as striking as Michael Jackson


Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
I can't trust anyone when I have so much valuable jewelry on me


My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
The roof of my car is invisible, it has so many diamonds on it


Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
Bring the drugs and the weapons to deal with idiots


Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though
Don't pretend to be my friend when I'm in my territory


You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
You're only a friend, but I'll threaten you with my gun if you don't go away


Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
I have hundreds of thousands of dollars in my shorts, I'm very rich


Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ayy
I have so much money it won't even fit in my shorts


Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
I've always been involved in dangerous situations since I was young


I made my first million, I'm like, 'Shit, this is it,' ayy
I became extremely wealthy and thought, 'This is all I need'


Thirty for a walkthrough, man, we had that bitch lit, ayy
It cost $30,000 to be let in, but we had an amazing time


Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
I had so many bottles of expensive liquor that I gave a sip to an unattractive woman


Out the window of the Benzo, we get seen in the rent'
People see us driving in the expensive car, renting it for the night


And I'm like, 'Whoa, man, my neck so goddamn cold'
I feel amazing with all of these expensive, cold diamonds around my neck


Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked
My diamonds are so expensive they are almost wet, and my t-shirt is wet from the rain or sweat


I got homies, let it blow, oh
I have friends who will let their guns go off if needed


My money thick, won't ever fold
I have a lot of money and won't ever lose it


She said, 'Can I have some to hold?'
My female companion asks if she can hold some of my money


And I can't ever tell you no
I can't say no to her request


The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy
My Audemars Piguet watch is acting up, and my Rolex is also crazy


I'm hittin' lil' mama, she wanna have my babies
I'm sexually involved with the young woman, and she wants to have my children


It's fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky
I have a $50,000 ring on my pinky finger, and my chain is smelly


You should see the whip, promise I can take yo bitch
You should see my car, I'm confident I can steal your girlfriend


Dolla ridin' in an old school Chevy, it's a drop top
My friend named Dolla is driving an old Chevrolet, which is a convertible


Boolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top
Spending time with a promiscuous woman, who will give me oral sex


Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (hey)
With the press of a button, I can lower the car's suspension


Uh, take you to the smoke shop
I will take you to a store where we can buy and smoke marijuana


We gon' get high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo
We are going to get high on drugs and also visit a famous shopping district


Dial up Valentino, we gon' hit Pico
I will call Valentino for a clothing store visit on Pico Boulevard


Take you where I'm from, take you to the slums
I will take you to visit my hometown and show you the dangerous areas


This ain't happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
I didn't become wealthy instantly, but my diamonds are in fact very bright


Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
I'm wearing expensive Saint Laurent jeans, but I still have on my affordable Vans shoes


All VVSs, put you in a necklace
All of my diamonds are VVSs, and I have enough to make a necklace


Girl, you look beautiful tonight
The young woman with me looks stunning tonight


Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry
The stars on the roof of the car complement the shiny jewelry we're wearing


Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though
Don't pretend to be my friend when I'm in my neighborhood




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Louis Russell Bell, Tyrone William Griffin

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@KevinAlfian

Lyrics
Yeah, 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 her 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 walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent'
And I'm like "woah"
Man, my dash so goddamn cold
Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
My money thick, won't ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can never tell you no

Yeah, 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
We're hittin' lil' mamas, 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 swish, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon' get high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo
Dolla 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

Yeah, 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



@dmd3722

Lyrics
[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 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 "Whoa, man, my neck so goddamn 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

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
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' 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



@MartinSRF

0:00 ●━━━━━━━━━━━ 3:56
⇆ㅤㅤㅤㅤ◁ㅤㅤ❚❚ㅤㅤ▷ㅤㅤㅤㅤ↻


Psycho Lyrics
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, ay
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ay
Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ay
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ay
I made my first million, I'm like, "Shit, this is it, " ay
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that bitch 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 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 ends, though


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 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, 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 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 ends, though



All comments from YouTube:

@madebyahmmdall

0% DRUGS
0% NUDITY
30% DRIFTING TANK
70% CHILLING RAP

@larryfronda8487

nice bro

@petsvideo3132

0% battery ko hahaha

@nadams909

💖💖💕💕 love it he don't need that...that's talent...every other rapper 500 chains 50 rings 100 girls😂😂😂

@mini-juice6750

what do u mean by naket girl bro

@chelseababiarz886

Y post Malone

68 More Replies...

@dropnation7024

The flow of this song is soo good just love it 😍

@E1Jproductions

ikr

@kcriwarii9935

Ikr

@liadysaldama8813

Ikr 👌🏾👌🏾🍾🗣😍🙌🏾

More Comments

More Versions