Below, you will find the lyrics for coordinate by Travis Scott.
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, trav
You know what the fuck up, nigga?
Know what i'm talkin' bout?
Nigga, 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 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, yeah
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?
Chorus 1
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more
If i really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if i had to
Make that money back if i have you
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my rockstar skinnies
Coordinate the xan with the lean
In my rockstar skinnies
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my rockstar skinnies
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 1
Highway, dip in traffic
2 gears, automatic
Leave the strip club tragic
2 broads going at it
Me and jacques going brazy
Me and chase going brazy
Smashin' off your old lady
Everythin' all gravy
Coordinate the tan in the beans in my rockstar skinnies
Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it
Foreign little broad and i really wanna hit it
I'ma take her to the back rah
Chorus 2
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more
If i really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if i had to
Make that money back if i have you
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my rockstar skinnies
Coordinate the xan with the lean
In my rockstar skinnies, yeah
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my rockstar skinnies, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 2
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
When i run a fire drill, you're right here
Everytime we drop out, we drop chills
Tryna tell ya
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
Chorus 3
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more
If i really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if i had to
Make that money back if i had you
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my rockstar skinnies
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Jacques Webster, Sam Benson, Bryan Simmons