90210 Song Lyrics by Travis Scott
Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oohMama’s bailing down that road, craving 9021-
She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley(Honestly, God bless)Who left her hometown world all for that alleyOoh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties(I hope it was wet like my jumper, though)Ooh, used to take the long way homeLong way home, all for that candy, mm (hahaha)
Baby’s hooked on feeling lowDo, do, doDo, doo
Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an AddyFifty on a chain, ‘nother fifty on a Caddy, ohHe might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyonePop anything, pop anything to find that alleyHmm, yeah, to find that alley, mm
Baby’s hooked on feeling lowDo, do, doDo, doo
In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alleyIn the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, oohIt’s the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley (baby’s hooked on feeling low)Ooh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley (I gotta tell ya)Ooh, aah
OohOoh-ooh-ooh-oohYeah
My granny called, she said, “Travvy, you work too hardI’m worried you forget about me”I’m falling in and out of clouds, don’t worry, I’ma get it, Granny, uhWhat happened? Now my daddy happyMama called me up, that money coming and she love meI done made it now, I done found life’s meaning nowAll them days her heart’d break, her heart not in pieces now
Friends turning into fraud niggasPracticing half the passion, you niggas packaged differentAll you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can’t have itI’ma sell it, your niggas salary, we ’bout to cap, bitchYoungest nigga out of Houston at the GrammysSmiling at ’em laughing at meI passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked, then passed it back, bitchAll of this off of rapping, should’ve wrote this in Latin, yeah, yeah
Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I know, I knowCuzzo said we in the store, yeah, we ’bout to drop a fourHe passed the cigarette, I choke, wooTold my auntie, “Put them ‘Ports down, them ‘Ports down”Now you know you love your own nowHit the stage, they got their hands up, don’t put your nose downI ain’t knockin’, nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now
Whole crew, I swear they counting on meGold chains, gold rings, I got an island on meHouses on me, he got them ounces on himHoly Father, come save these niggas, I’m styling on ’emGood Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horsesI’m driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore themJust this guy from north of the border, my chips is in orderMy mom’s biggest supporter so now a nigga support a nigga