Travis Scott, Kacy Hill - 90210 lyrics
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Travis Scott, Kacy Hill - 90210 lyrics]
(Dean, what's poppin'? Yo, Travis)
Mhm, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021
She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley
(Honestly, God bless)
Who left her hometown world
All for that alley
Ooh, 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, mm
(Ha ha ha)
Baby's hooked on feeling low do, do, do
Do, doo
Jacques turned La Flame
Now he rolling on an Addy
Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy
Oh 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, mm
Baby's hooked on feeling low do, do, do
Do, doo
In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
Ooh it's the superstar girl, superstar girl
Roaming in that alley
Baby's hooked on feeling low
Ooh, in the 90210, 90210
Somewhere in that alley i gotta tell ya
Ooh, aah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah
My granny called, she said, "Travvy
You work too hard
I'm worried you forget about me"
I'm falling in and out of clouds
Don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh
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 days 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, your niggas salary
We 'bout to cap, bitch
Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys
Smiling at 'em laughing at me
I passed the rock to Ye, he
Pump faked, then 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 passed the cigarette, I choke, woo
Told 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 mom's biggest supporter so now
A nigga support a nigga
Mhm, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021
She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley
(Honestly, God bless)
Who left her hometown world
All for that alley
Ooh, 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, mm
(Ha ha ha)
Baby's hooked on feeling low do, do, do
Do, doo
Jacques turned La Flame
Now he rolling on an Addy
Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy
Oh 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, mm
Baby's hooked on feeling low do, do, do
Do, doo
In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
Ooh it's the superstar girl, superstar girl
Roaming in that alley
Baby's hooked on feeling low
Ooh, in the 90210, 90210
Somewhere in that alley i gotta tell ya
Ooh, aah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah
My granny called, she said, "Travvy
You work too hard
I'm worried you forget about me"
I'm falling in and out of clouds
Don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh
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 days 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, your niggas salary
We 'bout to cap, bitch
Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys
Smiling at 'em laughing at me
I passed the rock to Ye, he
Pump faked, then 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 passed the cigarette, I choke, woo
Told 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 mom's biggest supporter so now
A nigga support a nigga