Travis Scott - VELOUR feat. Don Toliver, Sheck Wes lyrics

[Intro: Bun B & Don Toliver]
Niggas, man, used to be over at Mack, Mackadell crib, man
Wet, with no electricity, windows open
Eating cereal out the box, slapbox
(Alright)

[Refrain: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Alright)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (f*ck it up, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (f*ck it up, alright)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (f*ck it up, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (f*ck it up, alright, woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Coro: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
Let bodies dropped, I'm bored (Woah)
Got two hoes in the morning (Dos)
I'm plugged in like the cord
Bad hoes you can't afford (Woo)
This shit here, I abort (Yeah)
This why I'm still on tour (Bitch)
I hit it 'til it's sore (Bitch), I'm the leader of the board (Board)
I'm getting down in the core
Don't give no f*ck about floor seats (Yeah)
Got cash and I want some more (Some more)
She soft like my velour

[Refrain: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
Damn, damn (Yeah)

[Parte: Sheck Wes]
Holy moly, my bitch divine
She break the rules, I pay the fines (Yeah)
She got a Birk', then she one of mine (Bitch)
It made the cut, you was moving out of line
Just like my hoes, can't waste no time
I'm a young nigga, got a lemon and lime fit
Thirty-eight thousand, I'm, fly, bitch (Woo)
Everything I touch like Midas (Let's go)
Put gold on all my dimes (Bitch)
Hardstone psychos by my side (Ow)
Bitch, my dogs, that's wrong or right
With all my boys pouring mud on ice (Yeah, woah)
I love a bitch that blow my mind, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Say you gon' skeet it and not take flights to me no more
Oh, oh (Yeah)

[Refrain: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Coro: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
Let bodies dropped, I'm bored (Let's go)
Got two hoes in the morning (Okay)
I'm plugged in like the cord (Yeah)
Bad hoes you can't afford (Yeah)
This shit here, I abort (Bitch)
This why I'm still on tour (Yeah, bitch)
I hit it 'til it's sore (Yeah), I'm the leader of the board (Board)
I'm getting down in the core
Don't give no f*ck about floor seats (Yeah)
Got cash and I want some more (Some more)
She soft like my velour (Woo)

[Refrain: Don Toliver]
Alright (Woo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Alright)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Outro: Don Toliver]
Alright (Yeah)
Alright (Yeah)