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[Verse 1: Vince Staples] My momma always told me women psycho Bougie bitches paying school tuition for the lipo She said she gone look better then Rihanna by the summer ALC, them prices steep This ain't the hundreds fuck you thinking If I fuck her on the sink she gone be calling every week I'ma fuck her on the sofa so she acting like she supposed to Tesla Roadster in my dream, but this beamer get the job done Money motivated, if it's slow then I'm gone rob some [Verse 2: BIA] Now if it's one thing I know, you either classy or trashy I take a bite out the platter, but I ain't grow up with no daddy I make 'em buy a g-wagon and a couple bundles of weed But if it's two things I know, still ain't no nigga I need I guess that's all on me, peanut butter seats with the top down Nothing less than hated, he want a side piece like a ROD By ROD I mean domesticated, so pardon my back 'Cause I ain't looking behind me Soon as your ass big as Chyna He'll go and leave you for Kylie [Outro: Vince Staples] My momma always told me women psycho My momma always told me women psycho My momma always told me women psycho My momma always told me women psycho Psycho, Psycho, Psycho, Psycho Psycho, Psycho, Psycho, Psycho Psych-, Psych-, Psych-, Psych- Psych-, Psych-, Psych-, Psych-, Psycho