conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Saint with the following description: “Saint” is the sixth track from American rappers Travis Scott and Quavo’s 2017 collaborative album, Huncho Jack, Jack Huncho.
  It is a braggadocious track from Travis and Quavo’s perspective about their rap career successes, their wealth, and their material gains. For the chorus, Travis borrows his flow from his version of MadeinTYO’s “Uber Everywhere”.
  Prior to its release, the song had not been previewed by either artist and was first revealed on the December 21, 2017, a day before the album’s release.
  The song features a producer tag from Murda Beatz which is spoken by Canadian rapper Baka. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Travis Scott]
  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Murda on the beat, so it's not nice
  [Chorus: Travis Scott]
  Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah)
  Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright)
  Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's lit)
  You can't see that on the road, I blank
  Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah)
  Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright)
  Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's lit)
  You can't see that on the road, I blank
  [Verse 1: Quavo]
  (Huncho)
  What I bought (What you buy?)
  I'm just lookin' at this mansion I bought (Straight cash)
  It just came with fifteen rooms and a vault (Fifteen)
  Ocean in the back, top floor a loft (Woo), ayy
  We gonna slide today (We gonna slide, slide, slide)
  She drowning, swim in the Ace
  Mob ties, no lace
  , putting young niggas in place (Mob ties)
  Remember back then I finessed on my face (Finesse)
  JanSport book bag and a throwaway (Gone) [Chorus: Travis Scott]
  Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah)
  Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright)
  Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's lit)
  You can't see that on the road, I blank
  [Verse 2: Travis Scott & 
  Quavo
  ]
  Nah, lit ain't lit for me, yeah, yeah
  A four in Brisk, that's my cup of tea, yeah
  Look behind the blinds, nobody can see, yeah
  Collect the platinum hits like they jewelry, yeah
  I might charge you fifty thousand for the sauce (Sauce and drip)
  Ace Ventura, Marino, I play with dolphins (Dolphins, splash)
  Count up the deads, no coffin (Coffins, deads)
  Pullin' out that fire, out that arson
  A lot of jelly on this PJ, made it say 4K (Yah)
  You niggas 'round runnin' down my juice, I ran it back, OJ (It's lit)
  Rubber bands make 'em twerk, diamonds make 'em twerk (Pop it, pop it)
  Out in LIV every Sunday like you goin' to church
  Fuck wrong with these niggas? (Ooh)
  [Chorus: Travis Scott]
  Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah!)
  Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright!)
  Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's lit!)
  You can't see that on the road, I blank