Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Vocals
Kacy Hill
Vocals
Allen Ritter
Keyboards
Chantel Jeffries
Background Vocals
MIKE DEAN
Keyboards
Apex Martin
Programming
Blue Sharks
Sampled Artist
Kanye West
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kacy Hill
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Dacoury Natche
Songwriter
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
Chantel Jeffries
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Ebony Oshunrinde
Songwriter
Duilio Radici
Songwriter
Ugo Fusco
Songwriter
Glenda Proby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Producer
Allen Ritter
Producer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Ebony Oshunrinde
Co-Producer
DJ Dahi
Producer
Blake Harden
Recording Engineer
Jimmy Cash
Recording Engineer
Stuart Innis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Albert Chee
Assistant Engineer
Kez Khou
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jordan Lewis
Recording Engineer
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 -
Writer(s): Duilio Radici, Dacoury Dahi Natche, Jacques Webster, Ugo Fusco, Allen Ritter, Ebony Naomi Oshunrinde, Kacy Anne Hill, Mike Dean
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