The Road lyrics

Woo
Coke Boy, baby
HUSTLERZ AMBITION
Wearing same sh*t jesus used to wear
So we good?
1v48, I'ma Gaddafi on these n*ggas

Real n*ggas now on the road
5 b*tches can make the show
Cash up now for the ho's
Champagne sipping on gold

[Verse 1: Cokeboy Chris]
Call the nations, call em' action
Call racers, call the rat shi
I made the basics, that's sexism
Call the bankers, tell em' cancel
I used to be, to ride alone, i go along
U can't race for no long
Shawty got her ass strong
Magic sh*t, Emma Stone
b*tch we the winning team
Championship Real G
HUSTLERZ AMBITION OG
f*ck with us, CB
f*ck wit me, Double G
[Chorus]
Real n*ggas now on the road
5 b*tches can make the show
Cash up now for the ho's
Champagne sipping on gold

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Flashy lifestyle
n*gga we the business
Candy paint blood red, six figures
Tommy guns travel with my other b*tches
My other b*tches taking trips, n*gga making digits
Hustle full time n*gga for the shine
Big money poppin' do it big time
n*gga poppin' off so we spent a Ben
Drop a hundred on the set, blowin' in the wind
Allegating for the paper, territory mind
Count a hundred stacks for the sunshine
Maybach payed n*gga, drop the top
Triple color on the blaze, n*gga open shop


[Chorus]
Real n*ggas now on the road
5 b*tches can make the show
Cash up now for the ho's
Champagne sipping on gold

[Verse 3: Choppy]
5 stars, both hands
Shake hands like Birdman
I call the shots like Baby
But I'm hitting like a dope man
Bold head, star up
Real n*gga, G'z up
Your lame n*ggas they f*cked up
100 rounds, 100 chains
In da club, make it rain
There's no difference between you and your b*tch
Because both of y'all look the same


[Chorus]
Real n*ggas now on the road
5 b*tches can make the show
Cash up now for the ho's
Champagne sipping on gold