Lyrics LOADED (REMIX) by Travis Scott

(Forgotten)
(Loaded)
(uh-uhh, four-door)

Butterfly doors give me road rage (Yeah)
Still ride 'round with the old gang (Yeah)
Astro, she got brains (It's lit)
Pop it, she got aim (Pop it)
Chinese eyes, real lo mein
Keep the Devil from my soul, man (Yah)
Keep the angels goin' both ways (Aww)

I hit a lick, double-back on it (Huh)
I got four dubs so I'm back on it (Woo)
Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (Stuck)
Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (Stove)
Perky and Molly, I'm back on it (Woo)
b*t*h, I don't play with that money, no (No)
Boy, what you say? Got a mil' of those (Woo)
Don't dunk a brick, rather finger-roll (Finger-roll)
b*t*h ridin' d**k on her tippy-toes (Agh!)
f**k all this pain, n***a, f**k all this fame (Uh)
n***a, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (Woo, woo)
Takin' this jet to Quebec and then Spain (Woo)
My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (Loaded)
(uh-uhh, four-door)
Butterfly doors give me road rage (Yeah)
Still ride 'round with the old gang (Yeah)
Astro, she got brains (It's lit)
Pop it, she got aim (Pop it)
Chinese eyes, real lo mein
Keep the Devil from my soul, man (Yah)
Keep the angels goin' both ways
Run it up, then hit the runway (Loaded)

(uh-uhh, four-door)
Butterfly doors give me road rage (Yeah)
Still ride 'round with the old gang (Yeah)
Astro, she got brains (It's lit)
Pop it, she got aim (Pop it)
Chinese eyes, real lo mein
Keep the Devil from my soul, man (Yah)
Keep the angels goin' both ways
Run it up, then hit the runway

Hidin' thousands on a private (Yah, yah, yah)
Told the driver, "Keep it flyin'" (Yah, yah, yah)
Yeah, trip through the crib (Yeah)
You's amazed, I ain't sent (It's lit)
Losin' days by the blue (Yah, yah)
See the fate