90210 (Demo)

[Part I]

[Intro: Travis Scott & Kacy Hill]

Mhm, ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo

Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021...

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

She a porn star mmh, oh, from the valley

All in her own-own world, oh, then get at me

Ooh, in your own time, ho, that ain't no ready

Ohh, in my own-own world, own-own world

All, in that alley, mm

[Refrain: Kacy Hill]

Baby's hooked on feeling low

Do, do, do

Do, doo

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Born on the rain, I been rollin' on Miami

50 on my own, 50 and he on a Caddy, ooh

I might pop Henny on it, pop any seal

Pop in the end, pop anythin', pop any item in Miami

Hmh, yeah, it in Miami, mm

[Refrain: Kacy Hill]

Baby's hooked on feeling low

Do, do, do

Do, doo

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kacy Hill]

90210, 90210, ridin' on my own

90210, 90210, ridin' in Miami

Oh, she was superstar girl, superstar girl, foldin' in the alley

Baby's hooked on feeling low

Oh, in the 90210, 90210, downin' in the alley

Do, do, do

Do, doo

[Part II]

[Intro: Travis Scott]

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

[Verse: Travis Scott]

Yeah, my granny called, she said, "Travie, you work too hard

I'm worried you forget about me"

I'm falling in and out of cuffs, 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 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 Grammy's

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, hmm, 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

[Outro: Travis Scott]

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ohh-ohh

Ahh-ahh-ahh, ohh-ohh