coordinate - Travis Scott

You on the fuck up, nigga

Know what I’m talkin' bout?

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 don’t 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

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’mma need some more, need some more, if I really wanna feel it

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

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 (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)

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Highway, dip in traffic

2 gears, automatic

Leave the strip club tragic

2 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’mma take her to the bird

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies

I’mma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

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, yeah yeah)

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

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 fear 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

Everytime 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’mma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

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

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah