Vodka

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Little vodka and some juice

Mm, yeah

Yup (Ooh), yup, yup

[Chorus: Travis Scott & London Jae]

Okay, alright

It's time, right now

Go live (It's lit)

Little vodka an' some juice (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Anything keep me loose (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: London Jae]

Bitch you outta pocket, pocket rocket poppin'

Pop it at your noggin', lock it, keep the copy

Stop it, stay on topic, shoppin' in the tropics

Drop the check deposit, youngin, hide your target, yeah

Sunday to Sunday, I'm doublin' the profit

Hold the fuckin' phone, did this on my own

Hit the bitch I'm gone, gotta keep it movin' goin' way up

Mix the juice and the vodka, let's get it (yeah)

Cranberry Bentley, push it to the limit, through the ceiling

Catch up with me bitch, I’m on a million

Know I rock the Presidential when I show out on a mission

I'ma take it up a notch, I got a motherfuckin' feelin'

Yeah, London gon' make a killin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Dippin' through the city in a lo-lo

I be with my dog, call him Toto

Please, no fucking photos

Nigga, win or lose, I'ma do the best, yeah

Pickin' through these bitches, leave the rest, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & London Jae]

Okay, alright (Yeah)

It's time, right now

Go live (It's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Little vodka an' some juice (Yeah, yeah)

Anything keep me loose (Yeah, nah, for real)

[Verse 2: London Jae]

Bank, bank account load it up with zero

Poppin' Percocets in the Matrix feelin' like Neo

40-loaded chopper, I can shoot you through the peephole (Peephole)

Never goin' outside, beefin' by the P.O

Got the baddest bitch around with me, I don't need to see hoe

Twenty-thousand a month, my new crib ain't got a keyhole

Tryna stuff my pockets with them chips like Doritos

I-I just want the cheese like Cheeto

Catch me up in traffic, my whip is immaculate (Skrr)

I wish a nigga might try me, I promise I'm packin' it

I Randy Moss all of my bitches, I’m throwin’ and catchin’ it

Magic City Monday, I be throwin' the cabbage, bitch I'm havin' it (Yeah)

R-Racin' through the city, fuck the speed limit

Everybody pointin' like, "Who that?" That was me in it

Back to back to back to back, sittin' on 21 like a savage

Be in the club, see me and Travis (Haha)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & London Jae]

Okay, alright (Yeah)

It's time, right now

Go live (It's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bit of vodka an' some juice (Yeah, yeah)

Everything keep me loose (Yeah, nah, for real)