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scotty atl - cash trip lyrics

[intro]
so, on this journey
on the road to success
me and my n-ggas 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-ggas trying to get that bread

[verse 1]
money over everything, except my family, my lord
you must be born in the winter cause motherf-cker 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-t hard on my mental, my home girl is a pimp
she got to texting your phone, i swear you n-ggas will trip
ain’t even getting the p-ssy, you give up all of your chip
somebody tweet this n-ggas 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-t f-cked with me for days
a n-gga barely could sleep, that’s on my conscience like
f-ck n-gga talking bout, he ain’t heard my sh-t
get a phone, you gon eat them words motherf-cker, 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!ll, but no tray
sh-t feel like 08
[?] little locked down in the hood, smoke a pound in the hood
[?] n-gga for a lot in the hood like

[hook]
me and my n-ggas 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-ggas 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!ller boy
put a toe tag on that, f-ck n-gga 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]

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