[Verse 1: Travis Scott] Lifted, I'm feeling so gifted, tripping, I'm constantly falling Channel view of the whole villa, plotting while burning a Marley Damn these rare thoughts is so endless, bougie bitch whipping the 'Rari Out in the jungles, make it rumble, she get wet like safari Bitches don't know, I teach 'em the ropes, Scottie the Pope Now only Giuseppe, Celine, Bottega And parental discord is all that she know Might let the drop top, since she's lamping with the trans am, keep it low She pulled out the hard white on the highway for the line Listen, pimping your bitches might visit my disick, disick all business Might blizzard, roll up crib look like the tele, left jelly all over her biscuit Last spring I lost a K of teeth, I copped it but now I don't miss it World found it, teeth probably glissing, in fact that nigga prolly missing
[Hook] These choppers and these planes They all doing the same, they take me overseas
[Verse 2: Travis Scott] Speeding, and damn I'm leaning on a Kawasaki In the lobby, then we 'dro codeining, out in Abu Dhabi Chain beaming, man, I hope you ain't anemic cause you might feel drowsy Out in Sweden, it's just me and four women and we all playing hockey Blowed, Scott La Flame, pimp with no cane Rocking a robe in your hood with no pass Fuck up the flow, nothing but fam cause niggas be hoes You can have that, pass that, light it up and then blow Imagery abstract, it's like NASDAQ when I stock it up and then go Packed it up and moved to Goldman Sachs My nigga Yeezy done taught me that Young niggas in the Soho house Spilling booze where the barbies at Damn homie, this a movie nigga Take a picture of something, where your Kodak at? This Scottie ain't toting and swimming in women He writing, producing and scoring and filming