And I got no time, no time I just want my money right Mama told me that she's proud of me Told her, "Mummy, you can count on me" Models say they like the style on me I got a lot on my mind (Mind) Fuck with my slime and get slimed (Slimed) Baguettes,

There'll be fire on a mountain When my country music Jesus comes To come and save us all There'll be revival and bangin' drums There'll be screamin' and there'll be shoutin' We need a country music Jesus I had a revelation last night A divine inspiration

It's a roller coaster What goes up might take us upside down Life ain't a merry go round Roller coaster Countdown to here we go Hold on tight, slide a little closer Up so high stars are on our shoulders Time fly's by, don't close your eyes

Ayy, nigga, Bomptown finest Bomptown finest This is Bomptown's finest Nigga, Bomptown's finest Look, uhh, nigga, Bomptown finest I done did the unexpected They countin' niggas out, now them dickheads respect us You unsure about me bein' successful Well,

Gotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No

But you, you can't say I ain't country You can say you don't like my truck You can say that I talk and I dress all funny You can say I drink too many longnecks That my edges are a little too rough You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday You can

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

Counting, on me. Always hoping I'll be There for all of your problems and in turn you're never there for me You sucked the life out of me You hate everything you see I can't take this anymore I always stay when I should leave

Jee-pers, cree-pers, where'd get those pee-pers? Jee-pers, cree-pers, where'd ya get those eyes? Gosh all, git up, how'd they get so lit up? Gosh all, git up, how's they get that size? Golle gee! When you turn those heat-ers on Woe is me, got to put

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye Why you walk so cool aye, thousand dollar shoes aye Hunnid on my jewels aye, I got all these groupies Brittney turned me to a slut Who the fuck are