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

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

My bitches, bad (Bitch!) And she ain't going for that (Naw!) Got every color Birkin bag (Every color) Just to make them bitches mad (Mad!) Balmains on her ass Booty so big got to look when she pass I'm a let her drive the Bentley (Bentley!) Fuck it might

Pull up in that Bentley GT Skrrt, skrrt, beep, beep I'ma go down eat, eat Ride them chi chis Know I'ma skeet, skeet (all in it) Got me on repeat, bitch wanna freak me Girl, I know you ain't from 'round here Shut up, shut up, make you cum easy Make you cum

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

What was I thinkin' I know what I was feelin' 'Cause I was Thinkin 'bout a little white tank top Sittin' right there in the middle by me I was thinkin' bout a long kiss Man just gotta get goin' Where the night might lead But what was I thinkin'

Here they come now, gotta lay low She never knew my name, least not the one my daddy gave me I took off the way I came, moonlight reflectin' off the road She didn't want my story, so I didn't have to lie If I loved her it was only for a night Livin' life

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

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

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