Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott) - MAFIA lyrics

[Verse 1: Travis Scott] Custom the things, custom the wings I had to custom the vibe, custom the link up Cover the back of the lab, front cover magazine Cover your eyes, cuddle up back of the V (Yeah) Our chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends (Ooh) Our misery really ain't nothin' to see I gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat (Ooh) Bring out a bag of the weed Did I tell you I got my own weed? I had a lot to achieve Blew it out and I'm relieved, take it down, now you relieve Rather you leave, then you go back out on me Don't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at least You know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this week Movin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meet We got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs [Chorus: Travis Scott] fu*k sh*t up at the club, sh*t tucked We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Like it thick with a bounce, we all in the count Wine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you on the way with the wave Stacks in my pouch, you know it jump at the house You come with two when it's late, know the brown one is my fav' Then Mike Brown gon' walk you out (Walk you out) Step by step, watch yourself Cleaners got anything you might've left I couldn't do none of this by myself With MAFIA, they in the tuck I gave you fifty to boost up your bu*t I gave you the juice, you'd rather get buzzed I tried to choose you, you'd rather go club Know what to do, you rattled me up Common denominator, we were steps from the diamond ages Got a couple of vibrations For the simulation, gotta re-up the hydration [Chorus: J. Cole] Me and my ni**as show up, you know it's goin' down You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest ni**as around We still pourin' up for the ni**as that can't be around today [Interlude: Travis Scott] Mm, mm, woah-ah, mm-mm Woah, mm-mm, mm-mm fu*k sh*t up at the club (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah Drop down Run around, run around [Chorus: J. Cole] Me and my ni**as show up, you know it's goin' down You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest ni**as around We still pourin' up for the ni**as that can't be around today