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]