Hey Travis Scott, hey-hey-hey-hey-hey, Trav
You know what the fuck up, nigga?
Know what I'm 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 can't stand
I know what they can't stand
I know why they mad, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? But we don't 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 I'm talkin' 'bout?

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more, if I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I have to
Make that money back if I have to
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (straight up!)
Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (yeah, yeah)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Highway, dip in traffic
2 gears, automatic
Leave the strip club tragic
Two broads going at it (it's lit!)
Me and Jacques going brazy
Me and Chase going brazy (straight up!)
Smashin' off your old lady (yeah!)
Everythin' goin' crazy (yeah!)
Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (it's lit!)
Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it (straight up!)
Foreign little broad and I really wanna hit it
I'ma take her to the back, rah rah rah

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I have to (yeah!)
Make that money back if I had you (it's lit!)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (straight up!)
Coordinate the Xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (straight up!)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya
Outchea goin' hard for ya
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya
You've been goin' hard for ya
You might fit my ideas
When it's time to pop pills and pop seals (it's lit!)
When I run a fire drill, you're right here
Every time we drop by, we drop chills (straight up!)
Tryna tell ya
Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya (yeah, yeah)
Outchea goin' hard for ya (yeah, yeah)
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya (yeah, yeah)
You've been goin' hard for ya (yeah, yeah)

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I have to
Make that money back if I had you
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Writer(s): Bryan Simmons, Jacques Webster, Sam Benson