Money in the bag, money in the bag, money in the bag, yeah
Money in the bag, money in the bag, money in the bag, yeah
Cracked and hazy, ain’t no lie
Go Patrick Swayze and ghost the ride
She said “Baby, you cold as ice”
b#tch you crazy, I’m on fire
Yeah, walking around like I’m in the movie
Light a cigar but jump in the jacuzzi
Squat the motel, f#ck the motel
Aluminum can down in a koozie
Got a buzz, now lick the bug
Now like to pull a metaphorical plug
Now drop the last bit of sense I had
Got medicated with the medical drugs now
Red head I made Opie Taylor
Red hot like I’m [?] savor
Cinnamon Creek Water [?]
Cover the bar tab, owe me later
When I was younger was [?]
On the cover pose for Fader
Hip-hop, you know we neighbors
Come on, you know me player
C for the country, A for the ‘Bama
T for the tops on the Thunderbird
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce
May throw the deuces but I still don’t give a sh#t
And all my lunatics still f#ckin’ gettin’ it, yeah
Pocket with a rag, pocket with a pocket with a rag, yeah
Pocket with a rag, pocket with a pocket with a rag, yeah
Feelin’ Shady, feelin’ sly
You stuck to labels, I’m peelin’ mine
My folks are dirty, ain’t no lie
We throw the birdy, we let ’em fly
Yeah, crank it up, I got people to go see
Back up in the lab like I was in ’03
Back up on the porch in a rocking chair
With no activist, a full cup of codeine
Poppin’ up with these copper bars
I got enough trouble just throwin’ down the old me
Took a hit of that California bud
I call that 51-50 then took the whole thing
Like a [?] with no strings
Like an elbow with no grease
Like an old rock with no ring
But I’ma make that rock go bling
I’ma make that cop go “Son”
I’ma need that autograph please
I’ma get that selfie and run
And then the ticket reads
C for the country, A for the ‘Bama
T for the tops on the Thunderbird
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce
Bubba’s got that b#tch packed, Bubba’s gettin’ lit
Bubba bought the bar, Bubba’s f#cking gettin’ it
Run around the grave, run around the grave, run around the grave, yeah
Run around the grave, run around the grave, run around the grave, yeah
Tombstone, yesterday is gone
Still kickin’, got my boots on
Old Yelar, new bone
Still bustin’, Al Capone
Yeah, found up in the Chevy like I stole it
Livin’ at the bar ’til the manger towed it
Got that [?]
New patch on the black jacket, sowed it (Stripes)
Got a quarter bag of that golden golden
Hound dogs wanna take notice
She’s a slow poke with a show gettin’ [?] goin’
Token
GoPro slow motion soaking wet looking like Hulk Hogan’s oldest
No holes in the bar, notice no kids
Putting on a show for the [?]
So sick that I gotta take a pill for it
Hold it, killer than you explode it
Let a full clip out then I reload it
[?] it
C for the country, A for the ‘Bama
T for the tops on the Thunderbird
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf#ckin’ bounce
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