[Intro]
So, on this journey
On the road to success
Me and my n***as decided to make a cash trip
I mean, it's only right, you feel me?
When you get out of a spaghetti junction
You're on the road to where you want to go
So, this is for all my n***as trying to get that bread
[Verse 1]
Money over everything, except my family, my lord
You must be born in the winter cause motherf**er you cold
We lost the art in my city, I'm tryna carry the load
I'm taking care of my business, you taking care of these hoes
Man this sh** hard on my mental, my home girl is a pimp
She got to texting your phone, I swear you n***as will trip
Ain't even getting the p**y, you give up all of your chip
Somebody tweet this n***as all in my [?], I'm tryna teach
I caught a plane to New York, I heard them talking backstage
He say the south is so weak, that sh** f**ed with me for days
A n***a barely could sleep, that's on my conscience like
f** n***a talking bout, he ain't heard my sh**
Get a phone, you gon eat them words motherf**er, ain't no drink
Flexing, I ain't got to do when I'm giving you trill
I'm making my moves like major no deal
I'm not in the game, but verses I k**, but no Tray
sh** feel like 08
[?] little locked down in the hood, smoke a pound in the hood
[?] n***a for a lot in the hood like
[Hook]
Me and my n***as on the cash trip
Want all of that [x3]
You know I'm dranking till the last sip
Want all of that [x3]
Out here tryna make the cash flip
Want all of that [x3]
But I'm gon smoke until the last bit
Want all of that [x3]
[Verse 2]
Money over everything, that money stay on my brain
I practice after the practice, I'm tryna stay on my game
She told me Scotty you true, these other n***as is lame
They all sound the same, you really in your own lane
And I was nodding my head, agreeing and smoking J
My heart ain't feeling no pain, I think that that's Novocain
I used to love on these hoes, but that was in the first grade
I share my block with your girl, the teacher gave me an A
And ever since I been relevant, a pocket of president
Be smoking on blunts the size the fingers of elephants
I roll with the dealer boy, my hustle gorilla boy
Willie B, low key, tryna murk the game like a k**er boy
Put a toe tag on that, f** n***a put a ho tag on that
And this Chevy I'm driving, ain't no tag on that
If I'm in it I own it, y'all better cherish the moment
I'm coming hard like hurricane, I'm turning the corner
I'm like
[Hook]