90210 - Travis Scott/Kacy Hill
Lyrics by：Kacy Hill/Jacques Webster/Dacoury Natche/Allen Ritter/Ebony Oshunrinde/Glenda"Gizzle" Proby/Chantel Jeffries/Mike Dean/Duilio Radici/Ugo Fusco
Composed by：Kacy Hill/Jacques Webster/Dacoury Natche/Allen Ritter/Ebony Oshunrinde/Glenda"Gizzle" Proby/Chantel Jeffries/Mike Dean/Duilio Radici/Ugo Fusco
Hmm ooh-ooh-ooh
Mama's mailing out that blow craving 9021
She a porn star girl ah from the valley
Who left her hometown world all for that alley
Ooh created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
Ooh used to take the long way home
Long way home all for that 20
Hmm
Baby's hooked on feeling low
Do do do
Do doo
Jacques turned La Flame now he rolling on an Addy
50 on a chain 'nother 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 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 hoo
Ooh in the 90210 90210 somewhere in that alley
Ooh aah
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 fraud
Practicing half the passion you packaged different
All you all you numb want the swag you can't have it
I'ma sell it your salary we 'bout to cap bitch
Youngest 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
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' 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 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 supporting
Haaa uuh
Haaa uuh
