Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott) - 90210 lyrics

[Produced by DJ Dahi & Hit-Boy; additional production by Wondagurl, Allen Ritter, Mike Dean, & Apex Martin] [Verse 1] She a p**n star girl, oh, from the valley Who left her hometown world all for the alley Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties Ooh, used to take the long way home, long way home, all for that candy [Verse 2] Jacques to 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, then find an alley Hmm, yeah, then find an alley [Chorus] 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 In the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley [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 cars, don't worry, I'ma get it, granny What happened? Now my daddy, 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, that's why you can't have it I'ma 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 mind's big as a porter so now n***as support a n***a