متن آهنگ 90210 (feat. Kacy Hill) از Travis Scott

متن آهنگ 90210 (feat. Kacy Hill) از Travis Scott

(Dean, what's poppin'?) (Yo, Travis) Mmm, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Mama's bailing down that road, craving 90210 She a porn star girl, oh, from the valley (honestly God bless) Who left her hometown world all for that alley Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties (I hope it was wet like my jumper, though) Ooh, used to take the long way home, long way home, all for that candy Baby's hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, do Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy, ooh He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley Hmm, yeah, to find that alley Baby's hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, do In that 90210, 90210, looking for that alley In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh It's the superstar girl (baby's hooked) Superstar girl, roaming in that alley (on feeling low) Oh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley My granny called, she said, "Travie, you work too hard I'm worried you'll forget about me" I'm falling in and out of cars, don't worry, I'ma get it, granny What happened? now my daddy happy, mama called me up That money coming and she love me, I done made it now I done found life's meaning now, all them her heart'd break Her heart not in pieces now, friends turning into fraud niggas Practicing half the passion, you niggas packaged different All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it I'ma sell it, you niggas salary 'bout to cap, bitch Youngest nigga outta Houston at the Grammys Smiling at 'em laughing at me I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked and passed it back, bitch All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin Yeah, yeah Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Cuzzo said we in the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a four He pass the cigarette, I choke Tell my auntie put them Ports down, them Ports down Now you know you love your own now Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now Whole crew, I swear they counting on me Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me Houses on me, he got them ounces on him Holy father, come save these niggas, I'm styling on 'em Good lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses I'm driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them Just this guy from north of the border, my chips is in order My moms, biggest supporter, so now a nigga support her, nigga