作词 : Dean, Michael G.

作曲 : Dean, Michael G.

(Dean, what's poppin'?)

(Yo, Travis)

Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Mama'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 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 (Hahaha)

Baby's hooked on feeling low

Do, do, do

Do, doo

Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy

Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy, oh

He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal

Pop anyone, pop anything

Pop anything to find that alley

Hmm, yeah, to find that alley, mm

Baby's hooked on feeling low

Do, do, do

Do, doo

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 low

In the 90210, 90210

Somewhere in that alley

Ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

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 clouds

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's meaning now

All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now

Friends turning into fraud n!ggas

Practicing half the passion, you n!ggas packaged different

All you n!ggas, you n!ggas want the swag, you can't have it

I'ma sell it, you n!ggas salad, we 'bout the cabbage

Youngest n!gga out of Houston at the Grammys

Smiling at 'em laughing at me

I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked then passed it back, b!tch

All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin, yeah, 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 four

He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo

Told 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', n!gga, 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!ggas

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 a n!gga support a n!gga

Producers：Travis Scott/Allen Ritter/MIKE DEAN/DJ Dahi

Writers：MIKE DEAN/WondaGurl/Allen Ritter/DJ Dahi/Chantel Jeffries/Kacy Hill/Gizzle/Travis Scott

Samples：Family Business(2004)—Kanye West

Kissing My Love(1972)—Bill Withers

Itinerario Romantico—The Blue Shark