text: Ayy, Travis Scott
  Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, Trav
  You know what the fuck up, nigga?
  Know what Im 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 cant stand
  I know what they cant stand
  I know why they mad, nigga
  Know what Im talkin bout?
  But we dont 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 Im talkin bout?
  Coordinate the tan with the beans
  In my Rockstar skinnies 
  Ima 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 have you 
  Coordinate the tan with the beans
  In my Rockstar skinnies 
  Coordinate the xan with the lean
  In my Rockstar skinnies 
  Coordinate the tan with the beans
  In my Rockstar skinnies 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Highway, dip in traffic
  2 gears, automatic
  Leave the strip club tragic
  2 broads going at it 
  Me and Jacques going brazy
  Me and Chase going brazy 
  Smashin off your old lady 
  Everythin all gravy 
  Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies 
  Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it 
  Foreign little broad and I really wanna hit it
  Ima take her to the back rah
  Coordinate the tan with the beans
  In my Rockstar skinnies
  Ima 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 have you 
  Coordinate the tan with the beans
  In my Rockstar skinnies 
  Coordinate the xan with the lean
  In my Rockstar skinnies, yeah 
  Coordinate the tan with the beans
  In my Rockstar skinnies, yeah
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Aint nobody outchea goin hard for ya
  Outchea goin hard for ya 
  Youve been workin out, youre goin hard for ya
  Youve been goin hard for ya
  You might fear my ideas
  When its time to pop pills and pop seals 
  When I run a fire drill, youre right here
  Everytime we drop out, we drop chills 
  Tryna tell ya
  Aint nobody outchea goin hard for ya 
  Outchea goin hard for ya 
  Youve been workin out, youre goin hard for ya 
  Youve been goin hard for ya 
  Coordinate the tan with the beans
  In my Rockstar skinnies
  Ima 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