90210

[Instrumental intro] [Part I] [Verse 1: Bibi Bourelly] Drivin' around and it's 4 in the mornin' Fiddy on the dash, fiddy on the gas, like "I'm sorry" Ooh, Five-O comin', bumps in the road They know I'm speedin', they know I'm speedin' Fuck these pedestrians, I'm just tryna ride in lamborghinis [Verse 2: Kacy Hill] Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Baby's hooked on feeling low Calling 90210 Mama's sending nothing back, oh She will never pass this finding All these other dimensions, hiding Cover up nights in Camrys Listening to one night standing Baby's hooked on feeling low Calling 90210 Mama's sending nothing back Craving 90210, oh [Verse 3: Travis Scott & Chantel Jeffries] 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 hopе it was wet like my jumper, though) Ooh, usеd to take the long way home Long way home, all for that candy (Hahahahaha, mhm) [Chorus: Kacy Hill] Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow Do, do, do Do, do [Verse 4: Travis Scott] Jacques turned La Flame, now he rollin' 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 Mhm, yeah, to find that alley (Mhm) [Chorus: Kacy Hill] Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow Do, do, do Do, do [Segue: Travis Scott, Kacy Hill & Chantel Jeffries] In the 90210, 90210, lookin' for that alley In the 90210, 90210, lookin' for that alley, ooh It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roamin' in that alley (Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow) Ooh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley (Do, do, do) (Do, do) Ooh, ahh (I gotta tell ya) [Part II] [Intro: Travis Scott] (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Ooh-ooh (All, all, all thang, thang) (All, all, all thang, thang) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (All, all, all thang, thang) (All, all, all thang, thang) Yeah [Verse: Travis Scott] My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard I'm worried you forget about me" (All, all, all) I'm fallin' 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 comin' and she love me (All, all, all thang, thang) I done made it now, I done found life's meanin' now (All, all, all thang, thang) All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now Friends turnin' into fraud niggas Practicin' half the passion, you niggas packaged different (All, all, all thang, thang) All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it (All, all, all thang, thang) I'ma sell it, your niggas salary, we 'bout to cap, bitch Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys Smilin' at 'em laughin' at me I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked, then passed it back, bitch (All, all, all thang, thang) All of this off of rappin', should've wrote this in Latin, yeah-yeah (All, all, all thang, thang) Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Cuzzo said we hit 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 countin' 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 stylin' on 'em Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses I'm drivin' 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 [Outro: Travis Scott] (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) [Instrumental outro]