Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Vocals
Jimmy Giannos
Jimmy Giannos
Programming
Dominic Jordan
Dominic Jordan
Programming
Herschel Boone
Herschel Boone
Background Vocals
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
Jimmy Giannos
Jimmy Giannos
Songwriter
Jason Boyd
Jason Boyd
Songwriter
Daen Simmons
Daen Simmons
Songwriter
Dominic Jordan
Dominic Jordan
Songwriter
Jamal Rashid
Jamal Rashid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Audibles
The Audibles
Producer
Mr.Pyro
Mr.Pyro
Producer
Eminem
Eminem
Mixing Engineer
Al Sutton
Al Sutton
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Joe Strange
Joe Strange
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kawan "KP" Prather
Kawan "KP" Prather
Executive Producer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Sasha Sirota
Sasha Sirota
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, I'm throwed off Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all I made my own lane Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh Yeah, I'm going off Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off Better recognize game, let's roll, let's roll Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around How I was raised 808 drums quaking, they shake that box, '88 And the dope boys hotter than hells gate But I, still in the shade With a fold out chair, a thirty pack on the back of that tailgate A-L-A, B-A-M-A I'm off I might pee in the lake I might go to Talladega and see me a race And bring me case Yeah, I'm bringing a case I'm getting throwed off Yeah, I'm throwed off Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all I made my own lane Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh Yeah, I'm going off Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off Better recognize game, let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh And I'm all the way throwed off Z71 take the bow off Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk Yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy seat Yeah, buddy, might go off Split you like a bowling ball Spit chew in my overalls Yeah, home of the gumbo Got a couple folks that'd do it to you for hundo And when them elephant feet rumble That dixie cup's gonna fall off the console You don't wanna have a convo and not understand that Bamas language Like hollering ain't it But I come to paint it, so it won't be throwed off Yeah, I'm throwed off Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all I made my own lane Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh Yeah, I'm going off Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off Better recognize game, let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh I'm just a Kid that Rocks I'm just a boy with a dream That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks Used to keep a.22 in a shoebox Now I bang Beretta She's 22 and I keep her in a tube top White trash and all Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off Like how the fuck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a fucking jackhammer dog 'Cause I planned it all Crimson Tide standing tall Shit, I'm another lit cannonball Fuck around and I'm going off and I'm getting throwed off Yeah, I'm throwed off Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all I made my own lane Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh Yeah, I'm going off Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off Better recognize game, let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
Writer(s): Jason P. D. Boyd, Daen Alexander Simmons, James M. Giannos, Dominic J. Jordan, Michael Wayne Atha Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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