(Call me a Florida boy) Wake up, nigga, wake up Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys I beat all of them cases, I'm on Bitch, I'm a Florida boy Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys I got a Florida state of

Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did She a pretty young thing and ain't got no kids She be like, "Slow down daddy ya that ain't too big" And you know I'll beat it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Will I fall? Will I fly? Heal my soul Fulfill my high Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it Can't take it when you die Big bills, big bills I fell in love with big wheels and quick

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the

Up among the heather in the hills of Benafee There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari-Mac And make no mistake she's the girl I'm gonna track Lots of other fellas try to get her on the back. But I'm thinkin' they'll have to get up early. Mari-Macs

Fare thee well They told me on the phone What are you gonna do When your trouble gets like mine Get a big spade And dig down in your mind It's your last chance To shake it up with me They don't have no man at all

I got your present waitin' I ain't got enough money for a big diamond ring Let's tie a brand new bow around the same old thing Thought I'd call you up See if had celebrated Day you were born It's a little belated Age is just a number It's really over

What words just can't convey Are not the same Don't give up, don't let the magic leave us Healed, or are you still just reeling? Are you fine? Have you found A way to escape? Are you there, just because I need you?

Take my money! Drive this car through the drive thru please Oh whoa oh oh Take my money, take my keys From the floor to the ceiling, running and stealing Everybody's gonna go big tonight In a couple hours we'll be like, Everybody in the place catch that

Hillbilly deluxe Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick up trucks Big timing in a small town Stirrin' it up right about sundown Black denim and chrome to the bone With a little homegrown Country girl cuddled up Well, up in the backwoods, down in the holler Old boy