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Ayy, Travis Scott

Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, Trav

You know what the fuck up, nigga?

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Nigga, nigga, one thing for sure

Two things for certain, nigga

We gon' keep drinking this motherfucking lean, nigga

And wearin' these motherfuckin' Rockstar jeans, nigga

They want what a nigga can't stand

I know what they can't stand

I know why they mad, nigga

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

But we don't give a fuck, yeah

We gon' keep this big ass MAC-11 on deck

If any fuck nigga get out of line

If any fuck nigga want do somethin', nigga, we can do it, nigga

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)

I'ma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Spend that money fast if I had to

Make that money back if I have you (It's lit)

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up)

Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

Highway, dip in traffic

Two gears, automatic

Leave the strip club tragic

Two broads going at it (It's lit)

Me and Jacques going brazy

Me and Chase going brazy (Straight up)

Smashin' off your old lady (Yeah)

Everythin' all gravy (Yeah)

Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (It's lit)

Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it (Straight up)

Foreign little broad and I really wanna hit it

I'ma take her to the back,

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Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies

I'ma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Spend that money fast if I had to (Yeah)

Make that money back if I have you (It's lit)

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up)

Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies, yeah (Straight up)

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies, yeah

(Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya

Outchea goin' hard for ya (Straight up)

You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya, yeah

You've been goin' hard for ya

You might fear my ideas

When it's time to pop pills and pop seals (It's lit)

When I run a fire drill, you're right here

Everytime we drop out, we drop chills (Straight up)

Tryna tell ya

Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)

Outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)

You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

You've been goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies

I'ma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Spend that money fast if I had to

Make that money back if I had you

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah