Video Gold Blackberry de Travis Scott 2025 Lyrics | Rap

Travis Scott - Gold Blackberry Lyrics

[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!)

[Verse 1]
Gold BlackBerry when I talk, luxury pimpin'
Made fourteen million, just because, like the Simpsons
Geeked from whatever's in my drink, I feel the symptoms
Back-to-back Lambos on the road, I think I'm trippin'
Think that they can pop up on the bros? I don't get it
Open up the doors and flood the floor so they can witness
How we breakin' every record at the Guinness
Once I take one down, it don't take long for it to kick in (Woo-woo-woo-woo)
Just to kick in
She been bouncin' that for way too long, got motion sickness
I see you at LIV on every Sunday, but you religious
Did it in my office, fuck the crib, got straight to business
Night watch, up top, out in Bеverly Hills with baps, it ain't no bops
We didn't have to gеt the pin, we got the drop, mmh
When they pay, don't want the cash, I'll take the stock
Rapper-turned-gravedigger way I'm killin'
You can tell by way I wear the watch who really winnin'
Your life like that Rollie you bust down, it's really tickin' (Tick-tock, tick-tock)

[Verse 2]
Wait a minute
Baby girl don't like to play no games, don't like to scrimmage
Bulletproof the Wraith 'cause bullets rain when in the trenches
All the dawgs is down to take your life and take the sentence
Once we take one down, it don't take long for it to kick in (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!)
Just to kick in
Won't you come and slide up on the side, see how we livin'
Every time we go and pop outside, they start to flickin'
Party at the crib and I told shawty, "Bring the bitches"
When we take out the floor seats, it's outstandin'
I am not a rapper, I'm a gambler, I take chances
I am not a trapper, but got white girl on the mattress
I'm back on the sampler, makin' jammers, that's my status
Sick as hell, I got a money problem, guess it is what I'm diagnosed with
Fuck Mirandas, let the lawyer handle, throw a bag back to him for the fee
Shawty savage, she gon' run the track and nigga, we ain't even gotta meet
If she on the phone, know she 'bout it, 'bout it, eh-
'Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah