Cash Trip

[Intro]
So, on this journey
On the road to success
Me and my niggas 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 niggas trying to get that bread

[Verse 1]
Money over everything, except my family, my lord
You must be born in the winter cause motherfucker 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 shit hard on my mental, my home girl is a pimp
She got to texting your phone, I swear you niggas will trip
Ain’t even getting the pussy, you give up all of your chip
Somebody tweet this niggas 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 shit fucked with me for days
A nigga barely could sleep, that’s on my conscience like
Fuck nigga talking bout, he ain’t heard my shit
Get a phone, you gon eat them words motherfucker, 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 kill, but no Tray
Shit feel like 08
[?] little locked down in the hood, smoke a pound in the hood
[?] nigga for a lot in the hood like

[Hook]
Me and my niggas 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 niggas 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 killer boy
Put a toe tag on that, fuck nigga 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]