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90210
7
Pop
90210 was released on November 13, 2025 by Cassidy Records as a part of the album 90210 - Single
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Release DateNovember 13, 2025
LabelCassidy Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jessi Levinson
Jessi Levinson
Performer
Steelix NEW
Steelix NEW
Performer
junz
junz
12-String Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Writer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Engineer

Lyrics

(Dean, what's poppin'? Hahahahaha. Yo, Travis)
Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Mama's mailin' out that blow, cravin' 9021—
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley
(Honestly, God bless)
Who left her hometown world all for that alley
Ooh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
(I hope it was wet like my jumper, though)
Ooh, used to take the long way home
Long way home, all for that candy (Hahahahaha, mhm)
Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow
Do, do, do
Do, do
Jacques turned La Flame, now he rollin' on an Addy
Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy
Ooh, he might pop him a pill, pop him a seal
Pop anyone, pop anything
Pop anything to find that alley
Mhm, yeah, to find that alley (Mhm)
Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow
Do, do, do
Do, do
In the 90210, 90210, lookin' for that alley
In the 90210, 90210, lookin' for that alley, ooh
It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roamin' in that alley
(Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow)
Ooh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley
(Do, do, do)
(Do, do)
Ooh, ahh
(I gotta tell ya)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Ooh-ooh
(Ball, ball, ball in, in)
(Ball, ball, ball in, in)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(Ball, ball, ball in, in)
(Ball, ball, ball in, in)
Yeah
My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard
I'm worried you forget about me" (Ball, ball, ball)
I'm fallin' in and out of clouds
Don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh
What happened? Now my daddy happy
Mama called me up, that money comin' and she love me (Ball, ball, ball in, in)
I done made it now, I done found life's meanin' now (Ball, ball, ball in, in)
All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now
Friends turnin' into fraud ****
Practicin' half the passion, you **** packaged different (Ball, ball, ball in, in)
All you ****, you **** want the swag, you can't have it (Ball, ball, ball in, in)
I'ma sell it, your **** salary, we 'bout to cap, bitch
Youngest **** out of Houston at the Grammys
Smilin' at 'em laughin' at me
I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked, then passed it back, bitch (Ball, ball, ball in, in)
All of this off of rappin', should've wrote this in Latin (Ball, ball, ball in, in)
Yeah-yeah
Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Cuzzo said we hit the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a four
He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo
Told my auntie, "Put them 'Ports down, them 'Ports down"
Now you know you love your own now
Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down
I ain't knockin', ****, I knocked the door down, for sure now
Whole crew, I swear they countin' on me
Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me
Houses on me, he got them ounces on him
Holy Father, come save these ****, I'm stylin' on 'em
Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses
I'm drivin' too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them
Just this guy from north of the border, my chips is in order
My mom's biggest supporter, so now a **** support a ****
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Written by: MIKE DEAN, Travis Scott
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