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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Fulk
Andrew Fulk
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Fulk
Andrew Fulk
Songwriter
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
Mike Hartnett
Mike Hartnett
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
Tim Moore
Tim Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Irv Johnson
Irv Johnson
Mastering Engineer
Matthew Hayes
Matthew Hayes
Mixing Engineer
Twhy Xclusive
Twhy Xclusive
Producer

Lyrics

I'm on fire (I'm on fire), from here to Nantucket I stop, drop, roll, I'ma need an ice bucket On fire, smoked-out, cookin' with it Loced out with the spokes poked out, spinnin', on fire Yeah, Texas concrete up under my (tires) Creek Water in my flask take me (higher) Yeah, gimme that check on the first and keep it wired 'Til I (tire) I said, Mistabobalina and Mr. Bob Dobalina Come pick up my mind Mossy Oak and take it to the cleaners Somewhere in the front next to the Chevy where you seen us Gettin' mobile hydrated, intravenous, boy 'Cause I got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time) Take me to the mall (Mall), I'm losin' my mind I'm country rich (Rich) I'm country rich, alright Got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time) Buy the whole bar, I hope you don't mind I'm country rich (Rich) I'm country rich, alright (Alright) And I just stuffed fifty racks in a can of empty Pringles Put quarter sacks in the plastic back of a pink flamingo The new Pirellis back on the Chevy, still coughin' heavy Burnin' so much rubber I caught the emphysema Donuts in the parking lot, it's two cops in the parking lot, it's Too hot to the cop but I'm too hot for the chopping block, uh B-boy like I'm pop and lockin', country like mom and papa Yelawolf and DJ Paul, man, these global southern scholars Better ask your dope man when he's coming 'Cause I got a plug in cleats, yeah, that's how much that he loves running Drop me in a bucket seat, you can hear the muffler gruntin' Glass pipes underneath the dune buggy, dummy 'Cause I got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time) Take me to the mall (Mall), I'm losin' my mind I'm country rich (Rich) I'm country rich, alright Got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time) Buy the whole bar, I hope you don't mind I'm country rich (Rich) I'm country rich, alright (DJ Paul, Slumafia) From the projects and the Pyrex to me riding in the finest I'm a country rich nigga, I finesse you before I finance I get calls from the finest, even though I might decline it Got your bitch's pictures in my iCloud, not the climate Stuck in my county shit, Chevy or the Rolls? I'm undecided My house ain't got no neighbors, lemme find out it's an island Bitch, it ain't no way around it, pass the weed like an assignment Drink a twelve pack in a minute, I'll make Bud Light wanna sign me I'm a black hillbilly, I put sixes on the Bentley Climb on top of that motherfucker and I down bottle of Henny Please excuse my country grammar, got me feelin' like I'm Nelly It's Tennessee thang, I came up no fucking helpin', ya bitch Got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time) Take me to the mall (Mall), I'm losin' my mind I'm country rich (Rich) I'm country rich, alright Got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time) Buy the whole bar, I hope you don't mind I'm country rich (Rich) I'm country rich, alright Got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time) Take me to the mall (Mall), I'm losin' my mind I'm country rich (Rich) I'm country rich, alright Got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time) Buy the whole bar, I hope you don't mind I'm country rich (Rich) I'm country rich, alright
Writer(s): Michael Atha, Michael Hartnett, Paul Beauregard, Andrew Fulk, Tim Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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