"I Write Hymns Not Travesties" lyrics

It's the smooth sounds of Diamond Pistols
(I chimed in with a-)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
(I chimed in with a-)

Hit the boof blunt, feeling Panic at the Disco
Neck, wrist diamonds, but I never smoked crystal
Margiela Maison, Gravy posted in the middle
Whole lot of fine shits in both of my peripherals
One, two, three, Forbes' 30 under 30
300 women, dive up in it like I'm Xerxes
Sailing through the streets with the drip, give em scurvy
End it on a high note, feel like Brendon Urie

I chimed in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of-
Getting your goddamn dough up?
Go and get some bread
Stack that change till the day I'm dead
I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of-" (Ayy)
Getting your goddamn hoes up?
Put you on game
Make that bag, then you make it rain

Butter up the booty, had to spray it with the Crisco
Crème Brûlée skin, but the coochie on flamingo
Kitty talking to me, call me Dr. Doolittle
Before she get the dick, she gon' have to solve a riddle
Coochie waterfall, TLC, hit it gentle
Shit was so bussin' that I busted accidental
That was yo' bitch? Must be coincidental
Lemme talk to 'em, baby, flip the instrumental
I only write hymns, I don't write no travesties
Every time I step out, catch a few casualties
I've been known to pull, baby, it's Yung Gravity
I only get addressed by your wife as "Your Majesty"
My hoes handpicked with poise and rationality
Swiss, Persian, Thai, Cuban, plenty nationalities
Riding drop top with a Miss Congeniality
Got six VOGUE models in my booth at the Applebees

I chimed in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of-
Getting your goddamn dough up?
Go and get some bread
Stack that change till the day I'm dead
I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of-" (Ayy)
Getting your goddamn hoes up?
Put you on game
Make that bag, then you make it rain
I chimed in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of-
Getting your goddamn dough up?
Go and get some bread
Stack that change till the day I'm dead
I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of-" (Ayy)
Getting your goddamn hoes up?
Put you on game
Make that bag, then you make it rain again

Gravy train