[Intro] Yeah (yeah) Windows down on the highway (highway) We just ridin', we just ridin' (skrrt) It ain't 'bout the price tag, nah, it's the mileage [Verse 1] Left Minnesota in a 0-8 Fit, paint chipped on the front lil' bit Seat torn on the side, dash cracked, but it run and it still don't quit Gas light on but the tank stretch long, whole crew in the back, same song Cornfields in the rearview gone, sunrise turn the whole sky on Rest stop coffee, dollar and some change, laughin' when it spill on my jeans Playlist jump from the country to the trap, every mile feel like a new scene Cheap motel, pool closed, ice machine loud in the hall where we stay Talkin' 'bout dreams we don't ever write down, just floatin' over I-80 [Pre-Chorus] I don't need leather on the seats when the sky this clean I don't need chrome on the wheels when my friends all lean Back, singin' off-key to a burned CD This lil' car hold more than the money can be [Chorus] 'Cause it ain't 'bout the money, it's the little things Old Honda hummin' like a choir when the highway sings From the cold up north to the West Coast sun Every mile in this fit feel like we already won Yeah, it ain't 'bout the money, it's the laughs we keep Fast food wrappers, and the promises we never repeat Cheap car, big heart, let the story begin In a 0-8 Fit, we be rich within [Verse 2] Hit San Diego where the palm trees wave, ocean on the left like a stage Sand on the floor mats, salt in the air, whole dash glow in the rays Parked that Fit by the boardwalk strip, faded paint still caught a breeze People pull up in the foreigns, clean, but they don't look half this free Quarter tank and a full heart, we roll, tacos in a brown paper bag Four deep, we split that plate, still laugh, takin' pictures on a cracked old flag Sunset paintin' on the windshield glass, TikTok clip with the tilt back hat We ain't rich but the day feel stacked, every second in the bank like that [Pre-Chorus] I don't need leather on the seats when the sky this clean I don't need chrome on the wheels when my friends all lean Back, singin' off-key to a burned CD This lil' car hold more than the money can be [Chorus] 'Cause it ain't 'bout the money, it's the little things Old Honda hummin' like a choir when the highway sings From the cold up north to the West Coast sun Every mile in this fit feel like we already won Yeah, it ain't 'bout the money, it's the laughs we keep Fast food wrappers, and the promises we never repeat Cheap car, big heart, let the story begin In a 0-8 Fit, we be rich within [Rap Solo] Look, I ain't never had a Lambo, never had a two-door sittin' on the glow floor I was loadin' up the hatchback, four deep, one more, they was knockin' on the back door Got a Honda, but it do the same thing, take me anywhere the road paved, full tank Couple stains on the cloth, couple dings in the paint, but it never ever front like the bank Minnesota where I came from, winters had the ice on the glass, heat on blast I remember scraps in the ashtray, change for the toll in a plastic bag Took that same lil' whip to the West, through the plains where the sky feel wide You could buy a chain, you could buy a jet, but you can't buy joy on a ride We was runnin' down the five with the bass so loud make the side doors buzz Every mile that we drive, it's a memory now, this the life we love Everybody want a check, want respect, want the shine when the cameras hit I just want my people in the passenger seat and a full tank in my Fit, let's go [Bridge] Up the coast on the one-oh-one, cliffs on the left, watch the waves run Fog roll in, then here come sun, all of that framed in the windshield, done We don't need much when the day's this bright Cup holder full and the time just right If the car break down, we gon' hitch that ride But the stories in the seats still stay inside [Chorus] 'Cause it ain't 'bout the money, it's the little things Old Honda hummin' like a choir when the highway sings From the cold up north to the West Coast sun Every mile in this fit feel like we already won Yeah, it ain't 'bout the money, it's the laughs we keep Fast food wrappers, and the promises we never repeat Cheap car, big heart, let the story begin In a 0-8 Fit, we be rich within [Outro] Headed back to Minnesota with the miles run high Bug stains on the front, stars stuck in the sky If the bank account low but the love this big Then we already made it in this old Honda Fit
