Poet and Parade Travis Scott

[Part I: Poet]

[Chorus]
Ridin' 'round in my old whip
Used to drive that thing like I stole it
I control the drop while you roll it
12 pull us over, you'll hold it
You the coldest girl out the North, yeah
You the hottest girl and you know it
I might just let you poet for real, yeah

[Bridge]
Ah, yeah, got a little trip
Got it real, ridin' really real
Ridin' round, trynna make a mil', yeah

[Verse]
Damn, I woke up not a monogamous
Lipstick all over my boxers, though
Who knew this trill shit was possible?
Money, money, alcohol, pussy, weed
Everything that I need, a whole lotta more
Got them gold wrappers though
Aha, you know, scared that bitch, vamanos
I gotta know one thing about you before I ménage you
Is you freaky, you nasty? You know you likе women?
You remind me of Holly
Ayo, Holly, I'm in it, lеt me know when you ready
Come and lay with a lion
I'ma pounce on that pussy, you know when I’m in it
You cum harder than I do
Like a Xan' on a bicycle, know I be rollin'
Rollin', I'm rollin', I’m focused I don’t need no Folgers
No remote, I'm gone control it
Stomach rumblin', I be money hungry
Got the money coming in right at the spot where it so hot, surrounded by police
Hop in my whip, we can ghost it, yeah