Opp Huntin (feat. TurnUpMar) - Money-making Rich

She's always countin' my beers, then she's cuttin' me off She don't like none of my friends and she's scared of my dog She never wants to party with me on the weekend She's always picking fights for no good reason, man She hates my old lucky boots, always trashin' my truck Telling me what to do, I'm just holdin' my tongue But hey, my buddies didn't understand 'til I told 'em, y'all Her daddy's got huntin' land A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky Little slice of heaven out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together Try to keep her happy least 'til December If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holding her hand 'Cause her daddy's got hunting land As soon as I shook his hand, we were hittin' it off Lookin' up at the studs hangin' up on his wall She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out But I's a deer in the headlights when he told me about A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky Little slice of heaven out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together Try to keep her happy least 'til December If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holdin' her hand 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land I probably shoulda cut bait for a hundred reasons But I gotta make it through one rifle season on that Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky Little slice of heaven out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together Try to keep her happy least 'til December If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holdin' her hand 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land