Lyrics

Quarter scratchin' off that two dollar ticket Silver dollar splashin' in the fountain and a wishin' Friday hot five o'clock cold beer tippin' Sounds like money to me, yeah Penny on the sidewalk, heads up shinin' Country gold jukebox, pedal steel whining Homegrown smoke and a little white lighting Sounds like money to me You and me writing our own love song Slippin' them muddy ole work boots off Down by the river, underneath the stars All wrapped up in each other's arms Slow sippin' on your honeysuckle kisses like sweet tea Yeah, sounds like money to me Ching, ching, baby Bling, bling, baby Ding, ding, yeah Sounds like money to me Diamond ring, baby One knee, baby Hey, whatcha think, girl? Sounds like money to me Comin' home to you every day when it ends Two bedroom with a wrap around fence Hand me down in the holler, no worries no rent Sounds like money to me, yeah You and me writing our own love song Slippin' them muddy ole work boots off Down by the river, underneath the stars All wrapped up in each other's arms Slow sippin' on your honeysuckle kisses like sweet tea Yeah, sounds like money to me Ching, ching, baby Bling, bling, baby Ding, ding, yeah Sounds like money to me Alright Ching, ching, baby Bling, bling, baby Ding, ding, yeah Sounds like money to me You and me writing our own love song Slippin' them muddy ole work boots off Down by the river, underneath the stars All wrapped up in each others arms Slow sippin' on your honeysuckle kisses like sweet tea You whisperin' in a country boy's ear, you're all I ever need Yeah, sounds like money to me Ching, ching, baby Bling, bling, baby Ding, ding, yeah Sounds like money to me Diamond ring, baby One knee, baby Hey, whatcha think, girl? Sounds like money to me
Writer(s): Brice Long, John Thomas Harding, Matt Mckinney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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