90210 (feat. Kacy Hill) - Travis Scott feat. Kacy Hill

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
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, mmm (Hahaha)

Baby's hooked on feeling low
Do, do, do
Do, doo

Jacques turn La Flame, now he rolling on a Addy
50 on a chain, another 50 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, then find an 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
In the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley

Ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Yeah, 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 clouds, 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 days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now

Friends turning into fraud niggas
Practicing, have 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

Woo, 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
Distant sky, from north of the border, my chips is in order
My mom's biggest supporter so now niggas support a nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Glenda Proby, Allen Ritter, Dacoury Natche, Jacques Webster, Ebony Oshunrinde, Kacy Hill, Duilio Radici, Ugo Fusco
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