Post Malone – Psycho ft. Ty Dolla $ign – Facts, Curiosities, Gallery & Video
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Quick curiosities aboutthe artist, "Post Malone"
- Born July 04, 1995.
- He is a rapper, singer, songwriter, record producer, and musician.
- He is known for his introspective songwriting and variegated vocal styles on his music.
- His accolades includes three American Music Awards, 10 Billboard Music Awards, and an MTV Video Music Award. Additionally, he has received six Grammy Award nominations during his career.
Quick curiosities aboutthe artist, "Ty Dolla $ign"
- Born April 13, 1982.
- He is an American singer, songwriter and record producer.
- He first gained major recognition in 2010 for his feature on American rapper YG's single "Toot It and Boot It".
- In November 2015, he released his debut studio album, Free TC, which peaked at number 14 on the Billboard 200.
Quick facts aboutthe track, "Pyscho"
- Released February 23, 2018.
- The song entered at number two on the US Billboard Hot 100, and reached number one in June 2018.
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“Psycho” is a song written and performed by Post Malone, American rapper and singer, with vocals by Ty Dolla Sign. On February 23, 2018, Republic Records released the 3rd single from his 2nd studio album, Beerbongs & Bentleys (2018). The song was co-written by the artists and co-produced by Louis Bell and Malone. Lyrically, the song addresses the theme of undue celebrity and trust issues, as well as Malone’s lifestyle. The album reached #2 on the Billboard Hot 100 in the United States.
Post Malone - Psycho ft. Ty Dolla $ign .
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
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