Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
In the Clearport like I Uber the jets
VVS's on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Quarter M in my bag, gon' get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash at the desk
Know the coupe fast when it end with a "S"
Now that I'm home, back off the road
We shut it down, where it ain't so
With checks in the streets, Jay number fours
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that's watchin' my soul
Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows
Said I'll be there in ten, but I got there in four
I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm, mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
I left her wide open, no self control
Hmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm, mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
In the Clearport like I Uber the jets
VVS's on me got my Louis shirt wet
It's a M in my bag, gon' get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shoes for the drip I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash at the desk
Know the coupe fast when it end with a "S"
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada's, every color
And I got CC's you ain't seen yet
Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm askin', "Where the codeine at"?
Thirty pointers and up, Eliantte drippin', my whole team wet
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Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
In the Clearport like I Uber the jets
VVS's on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Quarter M in my bag, gon' get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash at the desk
Know the coupe fast when it end with a "S"
Now that I'm home, back off the road
We shut it down, where it ain't so
With checks in the streets, Jay number fours
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that's watchin' my soul
Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows
Said I'll be there in ten, but I got there in four
I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm, mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
I left her wide open, no self control
Hmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm, mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
In the Clearport like I Uber the jets
VVS's on me got my Louis shirt wet
It's a M in my bag, gon' get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shoes for the drip I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash at the desk
Know the coupe fast when it end with a "S"
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada's, every color
And I got CC's you ain't seen yet
Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm askin', "Where the codeine at"?
Thirty pointers and up, Eliantte drippin', my whole team wet
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
In the Clearport like I Uber the jets
VVS's on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Quarter M in my bag, gon' get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash at the desk
Know the coupe fast when it end with a "S"
Now that I'm home, back off the road
We shut it down, where it ain't so
With checks in the streets, Jay number fours
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that's watchin' my soul
Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows
Said I'll be there in ten, but I got there in four
I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm, mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
I left her wide open, no self control
Hmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm, mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
In the Clearport like I Uber the jets
VVS's on me got my Louis shirt wet
It's a M in my bag, gon' get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shoes for the drip I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash at the desk
Know the coupe fast when it end with a "S"
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada's, every color
And I got CC's you ain't seen yet
Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm askin', "Where the codeine at"?
Thirty pointers and up, Eliantte drippin', my whole team wet
Writer: Jacques Webster, June James, Navraj Goraya, Sergio Kitchens, Chandler Durham, Ramiro Morales
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 713 MEDIA PUBLISHING, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 713 MEDIA PUBLISHING, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Travis Scott
From Album: Astroworld
Genre(s): Hip Hop
Length: 2:30
Written by: Jacques Webster, June James, Navraj Goraya, Sergio Kitchens, Chandler Durham, Ramiro Morales
Produced by: James, Turbo
Released: August 21st, 2018