Scotty ATL - Cash Trip lyrics

[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]