KOTA The Friend Road Trip Lyrics

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

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

Fast cards, 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

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 coasting

We came far, far from home

Tour less 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

Dreaming of living my days, riding the signature wave

When it’s all over I look at my daughters and I smile and tell her 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)

Fast cards, 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

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 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

By 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

Fast cards, 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 cards, 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 cards, 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