Hold up 'cause I gotta hop in my whip You ain't on the list, gotta do better than this, aye Diamonds dance and twist, that yellow banana split, aye How your Rollie tick? Need to get rid of your wrist I'm in the Bentley, aye You can come see me, aye Let's

I tell her, "Bring it back" (what) Flexing with all the racks (flex) Nigga, you bald cap (cap) I'm in the 'Bach back (back) Why would you lie to me? (lie) She wanna ride with me (skrrt) I got the Bentley BB (B) You could come flex with me (flex) You know

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made

But I know I'm gonna get there someday Well its been a year and there so much to tell Been doing alright in spite of myself Just wish I could stop feeling bad when I pray Got that job I was dreaming about Sometimes its tough traveling around But who I

Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher You do the bag That's what we on? (Murda on the beat, that's

But that don't make it easy lovin' me That might make for a good story, man We were playin' out in Vegas when this lady pressed her way up to the stage I forgot what I was singin' when she met me with her meet-me-later gaze When she threw it on my mic

Never been this close to heaven Got the pretty turned up to eleven Droppin' them dead on the dance floor Somebody better call a doctor She's a little heart stopper I'm talkin' breaker breaker one-niner Sippin' on this seven-seven Dang, girl, look at you

I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't

Free and easy down the road I go Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Hanging memories on the high line poles Ragweed's rocking on the radio So I keep rolling like an old banjo Got the sun shining on me like a big spotlight So I know everything is gonna

Free and easy down the road I go Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Hangin' memories on the high line poles Ragweed's rockin' on the radio So I keep rollin' like an old banjo Got the sun shinin' on me like a big spotlight So I know everything is gonna