90210
 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 Sharks