text: Mhm, ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
  Mamas bailing down that road, craving 9021...
  She a porn star mmh, oh, from the valley
  All in her own-own world, oh, then get at me
  Ooh, in your own time, ho, that aint no ready
  Ohh, in my own-own world, own-own world
  All, in that alley, mm
  Babys hooked on feeling low
  Do, do, do
  Do, doo
  Born on the rain, I been rollin on Miami
  50 on my own, 50 and he on a Caddy, ooh
  I might pop Henny on it, pop any seal
  Pop in the end, pop anythin, pop any item in Miami
  Hmh, yeah, it in Miami, mm
  Babys hooked on feeling low
  Do, do, do
  Do, doo
  90210, 90210, ridin on my own
  90210, 90210, ridin in Miami
  Oh, she was superstar girl, superstar girl, foldin in the alley
  Babys hooked on feeling low
  Oh, in the 90210, 90210, downin in the alley
  Do, do, do
  Do, doo
  Ooh-ooh
  Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
  Yeah, my granny called, she said, Travie, you work too hard
  Im worried you forget about me
  Im falling in and out of cuffs, dont worry, Ima 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 meaning now
  All them days her heartd break, her heart not in pieces now
  Friends turning into fraud niggas
  Practicing, have the passion, you niggas packaged different
  All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you cant have it
  Ima sell it, you niggas salary bout to cap, bitch
  Youngest nigga outta Houston at the Grammys
  Smiling at em laughing, at me
  I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked and passed it back, bitch
  All of this off of rapping, shouldve wrote this in Latin
  Yeah, hmm, 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 pass the cigarette, I choke, woo
  Tell 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, dont put your nose down
  I aint knockin, nigga, 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 niggas, Im styling on em
  Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses
  Im 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 moms biggest supporter so now niggas support a nigga
  Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ohh-ohh
  Ahh-ahh-ahh, ohh-ohh