I can’t resist it, I’m addicted Even Superman would lose his fire That’s a country boy’s kryptonite Yea, all it is, it’s my weakness It’s a country boy’s kryptonite It’s all the country boy’s kryptonite A couple Pocahontas legs peakin’ out a swimmin’

This is the start of the ending Check mate, there's no defending When it's over, it's over, it's over I'm watching all the moves you make Can't turn back now, it's too late I'm counting all of your mistakes Caught up in a crossfire hurricane Wish I could

Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back (You ain’t getting checks) Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back D town LAX, every

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that up, count that up, count that up Twenties, count that Hundreds, count that Dollars, count that Money, count that Daisy it's crazy, and so as the home girl Red

'Cause I'm a country boy Climb in my bed, I'll take you for a ride Up city streets, down country roads 'Cause I'm a country boy, I've got a four-wheel drive I can get you where you need to go I can get you where you want to go Excuse me ma'am, I saw you

Really heavy shit Ion't gotta check the balance It keep adding up Count it (hoe) Count it (bitch) Really gettin' hard to count it (hoe) Blue bands in my luggage Wrist is bluebell with the ice hoe (ice hoe)

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Sam Stone came home, To the wife and family

Me, I just don't give a Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win Count me out, count me in I'll be bouncing back again I been knocked down so many times Counted out 6, 7, 8, 9 Written off like some bad deal

(Southern girl rock my world) (Hazel eyes and golden curls) (Put on a country song) (Will dance all night long) Kisses sweeter than Tupelo honey Little bit crazy like New Orleans Memphis blue and Daytona sunny Soft as cotton in some cut-off jeans Don't

Standing there red hot, tied up little tank top Looking like you must be straight out of the country I need a sweet little somethin' like you got Honey, what I wouldn't do for a sweet little somethin' like you I wanna ride you round in my old truck Keep