"90120" Official Video by Travis Scott feat. Kacy Hill Listen to Travis Scott: Subscribe to the official Travis Scott YouTube channel: Watch more Travis Scott videos: Follow Travis Scott: Facebook: Instagram: Twitter: Website: Spotify: Lyrics: Mm, ooh Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021- She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley Who left her hometown world all for that alley Ooh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties Ooh, used to take the long way home Long way home, all for that (candy), mm Baby's hooked on feeling low, oh Do, do, do Do, do Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy 50 on a chain, 'nother 50 on a Caddy, ooh He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley Hm, yeah, to find that alley (mm) Baby's hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, do In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh It's the superstar girl (baby's hooked on feeling low) superstar girl, roaming in that (alley) Ooh, in the 90210, 90210 (somewhere in that alley) Ooh, ah Ooh (All, all, all thang, thang) (All, all, all thang, thang) Ooh (All, all, all thang, thang) (All, all, all thang, thang) Yeah My granny called, she said, "Travvy, 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, fraud Practicing half the passion, you - packaged different All you -, you - want the swag, you can't have it I'ma sell it, your - salary, we 'bout to cap, bitch Youngest - 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 All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin, yeah, yeah Hm, 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, whoo 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', -, 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 -, 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 Just this guy from north of the border, my chips is in order My mom's biggest supporter, so now a - support a - (C) 2016 Cactus Jack Records, LLC under exclusive license to Epic Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment
