[Intro: Kodak Murda on the beat, not nice, man
[Chorus: nigga, I Get high, the sky hand in the air Left in the pot nigga, I We see eye to eye nigga, I We see eye to eye Yeah (yeah)
Travis Scott] I see green in eyes, it don't lie (it's lit!) Blue dollar bills in hills to the sky (cash!) We put the on dash all my hoes they go and cash Over bag, they mad I know the problem, yeah
1: Travis Scott] Eye to eye (yeah!) Trips to (yeah yeah) I could see that they jealous, don't why (yah) Is it 'cause we lit at 4 AM at the Put that on your tongue, for the swag to unlock (yeah!) If you searching, come for us (alright!), over the border (it's lit!) We import 'em (yeah!), just don't us (straight up!) Poppin' at the crib, the living room look The Forum Roll the dice at night, I the chance in the morning
Quavo] Know I mean? We really with that camera shit Nah
[Verse 2: We fuck up for real, for real, for We fuck up the for real (checks) We the lean, exotics, and percs, she havin' the X pill (lean) We know how to for real We hop on the jet, the time we (pew) These be wildin', chasin' money I'm signing deals (ye) I got a 'Tek (ye) And I a skeleton (ice, ye) I'm a deadly (ye) I'm to go off in a second (vroom, yeah) bricks and medicine (bricks) She like to fly, (brr) the sky, heavenly (sky) Designer belt from the (yeah yeah)
Quavo] nigga, I Get high, the sky Right in the air hand in the pot nigga, I We see eye to eye nigga, I We see eye to eye Yeah
Travis Scott] I see green in your eyes, it lie (green) Blew dollar in them hills to the sky (yeah!) We put the on dash (skrrt skrrt) All of my hoes go and cash (skrrt skrrt) that bag, they mad I the problem, yeah yeah
3: Takeoff] Real nigga, I (I), pop a and fly (brr) Crack that seal and take a and I come back alive (die) Niggas commit suicide when don't got mob ties Flip it like it's Five Guys, I'm 2Pac, get all (all) at the bitch, she a dime So watches, a nigga can't run out of time get out of line The gang in your yard with the strap like the Uber driver the sign (brrt) been known to tell the truth in my raps but these other rapper tell lies (lies) Real niggas keep the trap Ain't no fabrication on the (it's cap)
Quavo] nigga, I Get high, the sky hand in the air Left in the pot nigga, I We see eye to eye nigga, I We see eye to eye Yeah
[Post-Chorus: Travis I see green in your eyes, it lie (green) Blue dollar bills in them to the sky (yeah!) We put the floor on (skrrt skrrt) All of my hoes they go and (skrrt skrrt) Over that bag, mad I know the problem, yeah (yeah!)
[Outro: Scott] Skrrt skrrt, skrrt