Road Trip

Lyrics

[Chorus] Fast cars, back rubs, TV in the bath tub Pent house, top floor, filling up my passport Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast [Verse 1] I don't need much, even when I'm broke and the times be rough Y'all go ahead I ain't tryna keep up Steady running for the bread man get your knees up Dog we been low if anybody needs this glow it's us Lord Jesus knows But we don't ever trip, I don't really need to be rich I will starve if my kid needs clothes I don't need 6 whips, big gold chain Girls pass out when they hear my name First class flight when I bought that plane Got em' on they shit tryna clear my lane Big house, big watch, putting my dough into big stocks Sell my soul for the glory, yo, we both know how the story go [Chorus] Fast cars, back rubs, TV in the bath tub Pent house, top floor, filling up my passport Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast [Verse 2] On a road trip, on the I-5 Me and my homies just left San Fran 'bout to hit So-Cal 6 AM so we just coastin' We came far, far from home Tall ass trees and the traffic slow And the sun real high but the cash is low But we came out here tryna catch this glow So it's all good Dreamin' of living my days, ridin' the signature wave When it's all over I look at my daughters and I smile and tell 'em I did it my way Fuck all the games, long as we living and eating then you can keep all of the fame I just be walking the path that I laid (I just be walking the path that I laid) [Chorus] Fast cars, back rubs, TV in the bath tub Pent house, top floor, filling up my passport Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast [Verse 3] What you want, a house? With a bunch of cars that you never can count With a dime for a wife that you only take out To awards cause she fine and she'll give you more clout Is it worth it? What it feel like living on the surface Shorty so wack but her waist line perfect Hand on her hip with a Louis V purses She won't ever leave 'cause the money make her Earth spin Are you happy? Living your dream but still lacking Under the suit you still ashy Matter of fact, see that tuxedo isn't your style So deep in your heart you feel tacky Boy you the man, you got the world in your hands Carried out all of your plans Thought we was brothers, yo, fuck all that other shit I thought that you was my mans [Chorus] Fast cars, back rubs, TV in the bath tub Pent house, top floor, filling up my passport Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast [Outro] Fast cars, back rubs, TV in the bath tub Pent house, top floor, filling up my passport Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast Fast cars, back rubs, TV in the bath tub Pent house, top floor, filling up my passport Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast