Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott) - Eye 2 Eye lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black] Murda on tha beat, that's not nice [Chorus: Quavo] Real n***a, I Get high, touch the sky Right hand in the air Left hand in the pot Real n***a, I We see eye to eye Real n***a, I We see eye to eye Yeah, yeah (yeah) [Post-Chorus: Travis Scott] I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (it's lit) Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky (cash) We with the flow and dash And all of my hoes, they goin' cash Over that, 'bout they mad I know the problem, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Eye to eye (yeah) Choose to Dubai (yeah, yeah) I could see that they jealous, don't know why (ahh) Is it 'cause we lit at 4 AM at the spot? Put that on your tongue, wait for the swag to unlock (yeah) If you searching, coming for us (alright), over the border (it's lit) We import 'em (yeah), just don't record us (straight up) Poppin' at the crib then live it, run it like the foreign Roll the dice at night, I take the chance in the morning [Interlude: Quavo] Nah mean? We ain't really with that camera sh** Nah [Verse 2: Quavo] We f** up for real, for real, for real We f** up the check for real (checks) We havin' a lean inside, it's the percs, she havin' the X pill (lean) We know how to flex for real We hop on a jet, the time we k** (pew) These n***as be ridin' and chasin' money Wrong, signing deals (ye) I got Patek Philippe (ye) And I bought a skeleton (ice, ye) I'm a deadly weapon (ye) I'm about to go off in a second (vroom) Moving bricks and medicine (bricks) She like to fly, pelican (brr) Touch the sky, heavenly (sky) Designer belt from the Netherlands (yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Quavo] Real n***a, I Get high, touch the sky Right hand in the air Left hand in the pot Real n***a, I We see eye to eye Real n***a, I We see eye to eye Yeah, yeah [Post-Chorus: Travis Scott] I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (green) Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky (yeah) We with the flow and dash (skrrt, skrrt) Know my hoes, they goin' cash (skrrt, skrrt) Over that, 'bout they mad I know the problem, yeah yeah [Verse 3: Takeoff] Real n***a, I (I), pop a perc' and fly (brr) Crack that ceiling, take a whiff and I come back alive (live) n***as commit suicide when they don't got mob ties Flip it like it's Five Guys, I'm 2Pac, get all eyes (all) Look at the b**h, she a dime So many watches, a n***a can't run out of time They get out of line They gang in your yard but they strapped like the Uber driver with the sign (brrt) I've been known to tell the truth for my rapper These other rapper tell lies (lies) Real n***as keep the trap alive Ain't no fabrication on the vine (let's count) [Chorus: Quavo] Real n***a, I Get high, touch the sky Right hand in the air Left hand in the pot Real n***a, I We see eye to eye Real n***a, I We see eye to eye Yeah, yeah [Post-Chorus: Travis Scott] I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (green) Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky (yeah) We with the flow and dash (skrrt, skrrt) Know my hoes, they goin' cash (skrrt, skrrt) Over that, 'bout they mad I know the problem, yeah, yeah (yeah) [Outro: Travis Scott] Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt