You’re so money, money, money You got a country road Carolina soul Baby you’re just so homegrown Ooh, I dig the way that you move You shake it down to your roots I did your momma teach you how to do that thing you do Yeah, nothing sweeter than wild I’ll

Ole man trouble Ole man trouble leave me alone Go find you someone else to pick on I live my live and now you see now Please stay away from me, oh now Ooo oh yeah, Oh I look like I'm down in my luck

What's love gotta do with it Gotta do with it, gotta do with it' (But I love you) Me waan fi leave you long time What's love She say she love me till the end of time Say that she love me till the end of time Akon and Shaggy, ooh yeah Love ain't got

We rock the world, ooh, yeah We didn't listen when they said it can't be done It's gonna make the papers This shit's gon' hit the news 'Cause fear don't haunt the madness Got nothing left to lose A hundred years from now There's still be talking, girl I

We ain't gon' last baby Yeah somethin' tells me Oh yeah, oh yeah Let's make it work Yo' intuition has been tellin' you Things that you never knew (never knew) Rubbing shoulders with bitches I used to put on pedestals But still I keep it professional

I get a good feeling, yeah Oh, sometimes Get a feeling that I never, never, never, never had before, no no

(Oh man, your love is like burning fire on my soul) (Oh man, tease me till me lose control) Yeah, oh darling, ooh Just floating like a butterfly, so charming (Baby go) She recognized the man in me (Number One of the world) There´s something in her eyes

Hey, how are you true? The light will guide you home, yes it will Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, oh yeah Wake up, say a little prayer Out of bed to the bathroom where I take a look at myself and I stop and stare And I wonder who is this standing

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

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke