Girl you make my speakers go boom boom You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans The best buzz I'm ever gonna find And high on summertime That kinda thing makes a man go mm mm Drip of honey on the money make it gotta be Hey I'm a little

Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank I drank this shit by the pint If we leave then we fucking tonight Jeans expensive they fitting me tight I can do this the rest of my life Free the bros down the road doing life Going to sleep every night with a

I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull on my jeans and I feel all right You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun And the wind and the rain I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank

I shine right 'cause I grind, bitch hated on mine My heart's in it, I'm authentic, it's clear to see it's my time (These bitches don't want none) I got twenty racks on my new jeans I got ten more in my blue jeans I walk in then I turn up Pimp tight liked

Would it make a difference I'm gonna put on my old blue jeans Gonna walk out of here into the street Would you put up resistance Would you know the real me Me in my old blue jeans And forget everything you know I don't wanna dress up tonight You walk

Standing on the corner, trying to keep it clean A fine lookin' woman, in a pair of Lees Take her back to my place, lay her down in bed And after she's stripped down, I say leave 'em on instead Baby's wearing blue jeans I see you in the evening, keep 'em

Be Bop A Lula she's my baby Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe Well Be Bop A Lula she's my baby Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll. Well, she's the gal in the red blue jeans She's the queen of all

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy In the house of the rising sun There is a house in Sin City And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in Sin City

I hope you think my favorite song When you think happiness I hope you think "that little black dress" Think of my head on your chest And my old faded blue jeans When you think Tim McGraw I hope you think of me Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull on my jeans and I feel all right You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun And the wind and the rain I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank