I'm on fire (I'm on fire), from here to Nantucket
I stop, drop, roll, I'ma need an ice bucket
On fire, smoked-out, cookin' with it
Loced out with the spokes poked out, spinnin', on fire

Yeah, Texas concrete up under my (tires)
Creek Water in my flask take me (higher)
Yeah, gimme that check on the first and keep it wired
'Til I (tire)

I said, Mistabobalina and Mr. Bob Dobalina
Come pick up my mind Mossy Oak and take it to the cleaners
Somewhere in the front next to the Chevy where you seen us
Gettin' mobile hydrated, intravenous, boy

'Cause I got a whole lot of money (money), whole lot of time (time)
Take me to the mall (mall), I'm losin' my mind
I'm country rich (rich)
I'm country rich, alright
Got a whole lot of money (money), whole lot of time (time)
Buy the whole bar, I hope you don't mind
I'm country rich (rich)
I'm country rich, alright (alright)

And I just stuffed fifty racks in a can of empty Pringles
Put quarter sacks in the plastic back of a pink flamingo
The new Pirellis back on the Chevy, still coughin' heavy
Burnin' so much rubber I caught the emphysema

Donuts in the parking lot, it's two cops in the parking lot, it's
Too hot to the cop but I'm too hot for the chopping block, uh
B-boy like I'm pop and lockin', country like mom and papa
Yelawolf and DJ Paul, man, these global southern scholars

Better ask your dope man when he's coming
'Cause I got a plug in cleats, yeah, that's how much that he loves running
Drop me in a bucket seat, you can hear the muffler gruntin'
Glass pipes underneath the dune buggy, dummy

'Cause I got a whole lot of money (money), whole lot of time (time)
Take me to the mall (mall), I'm losin' my mind
I'm country rich (rich)
I'm country rich, alright
Got a whole lot of money (money), whole lot of time (time)
Buy the whole bar, I hope you don't mind
I'm country rich (rich)
I'm country rich, alright (DJ Paul, Slumafia)

From the projects and the Pyrex to me riding in the finest
I'm a country rich nigga, I finesse you before I finance
I get calls from the finest, even though I might decline it
Got your bitch's pictures in my iCloud, not the climate

Stuck in my county shit, Chevy or the Rolls? I'm undecided
My house ain't got no neighbors, lemme find out it's an island
Bitch, it ain't no way around it, pass the weed like an assignment
Drink a twelve pack in a minute, I'll make Bud Light wanna sign me

I'm a black hillbilly, I put sixes on the Bentley
Climb on top of that motherfucker and I down bottle of Henny
Please excuse my country grammar, got me feelin' like I'm Nelly
It's Tennessee thang, I came up no fucking helpin', ya bitch

Got a whole lot of money (money), whole lot of time (time)
Take me to the mall (mall), I'm losin' my mind
I'm country rich (rich)
I'm country rich, alright
Got a whole lot of money (money), whole lot of time (time)
Buy the whole bar, I hope you don't mind
I'm country rich (rich)
I'm country rich, alright
Got a whole lot of money (money), whole lot of time (time)
Take me to the mall (mall), I'm losin' my mind
I'm country rich (rich)
I'm country rich, alright
Got a whole lot of money (money), whole lot of time (time)
Buy the whole bar, I hope you don't mind
I'm country rich (rich)
I'm country rich, alright

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Writer(s): Michael Wayne Atha, Paul Duane Beauregard