Road Trip Kota the Friend

[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