Lyrics Road Trip - Kota the Friend

Fast cards, back rubs, TV in the bath tub
Pent house, top floor, fillin′ up my passport
Ray bans on a boat, we be sailin' coast to coast
Ray bans on a boat, we be sailin′ coast to coast

I don't need much, even when I'm broke and the times be rough
Y′all go ahead I ain′t trynna keep up
Steady running for the bread man get your knees up
Dog we been low if anybody needs this flow 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
Big house, big watch, putting my dough into big stocks
Sell my soul for the glory, yo, we both know how the story go

Fast cards, back rubs, TV in the bath tub
Pent house, top floor, fillin' up my passport
Ray bans on a boat, we be sailin′ coast to coast
Ray bans on a boat, we be sailin' coast to coast

6 AM so we just coastin'
We came far, far from home
[?] trees and the traffic slow
And the sun is high but the cash is low
But we came out here trynna catch this glow
So it′s all good
Dreamin′ of living my days, riding the signature wave
When it's all over I look at my daughter, I smile and tell her I did it my way
Fuck all the games, long as we livin′ and eatin' then you can keep all of the fame
I just be walkin′ the path that I laid (I just be walkin' the path that I laid)

Fast cards, back rubs, TV in the bath tub
Pent house, top floor, fillin′ up my passport
Ray bans on a boat, we be sailin' coast to coast
Ray bans on a boat, we be sailin' coast to coast

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 you′re fine and she′ll give more cloud
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 purse
She won't ever leave because 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
By you the man you got the world in your hands
Carried out all of your plans
Thought we was