Travis Scott — 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