Grand Hustle Records - 90210 lyrics

Part I [Intro: Kacy Hill] Mama's bailing down that road, craving 902... [Verse 1] She a p**n star girl, oh, from the valley (Honestly, God Bless) Who left her hometown world all for the alley Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties (I hope it was wet like my jumper, though) Ooh, used to take the long way home Long way home, all for that candy, mm [Bridge: Kacy Hill] Baby's hooked on feeling numb Do do do, do do do [Verse 2] Jacques turn La Flame, now you rolling on an Addy 50 on her chain, 'nother 50 on her caddy, oh He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley Hmm, yeah, then find an alley, mm [Bridge: Kacy Hill] Baby's hooked on feeling numb Do do do, do do do [Chorus: Travis Scott & Kacy Hill] 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 Baby's hooked on feeling numb In the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley Part II [Verse 3] My granny called, she said "Travie, you work too hard I'm worried you'll forget about me" I'm falling in and out of cuffs Don't worry, I'mma get it, granny 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 n***as Practicing, have the pa**ion, you n***as packaged different All you n***as, you n***as want the swag, you can't have it I'mma sell it, you n***as salad, we 'bout the cabbage Youngest n***a outta Houston at the Grammys Smiling at 'em laughing at me I pa**ed the rock to Ye, he pump faked and pa**ed it back, b**h All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin 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 4 He pa** the cigarette, I choke Tell my auntie put them poles down, them poles 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' n***a, 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 n***as, 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 n***as support a n***a