Whatcha know about thumping skeeters with your fingers With a stringer full of keepers under thunderhead clouds? Whatcha know about picking off a blackberry? Little Cherry Skoal Dip make the swelling go down Mmm girl, lucky for you I'm a two lane tour guide Mmm, get your country boy heartbreaking certified Let's order up a couple longnecks Maybe take a two step or two Teach you how to yaw with a Southern drawl Get you falling 'fore the night is through And we'll park in it the boons And catch a little moon tan By the time you go back And you'll be city girl, buzzin' over country boy loving Tellin' everybody that you know, whatchu know about that? Yeah, whatchu know about that? Whatchu know about that Saturday summer Heat deep creek creeping down around a bend And whatchu know about taking off what you bought at the mall Hang it all on a sycamore limb Mmm, we can get on out where the cowboy hats flow Mmm, ay whatchu know about a hillbilly backstroke? Let's order up a couple longnecks Maybe take a two step or two Teach you how to yaw with a Southern drawl Get you falling 'fore the night is through And we'll park in it the boons And catch a little moon tan By the time you go back (If you go back) And you'll be city girl, buzzin' over country boy loving Tellin' everybody that you know, whatchu know about that? Sippin' on shiners, diners, sugar pies Bobbers and cane poles Kissing in the fireflies Bet you gonna smile when you get back home And that Nitty Gritty song comes on on your phone 'Cause thats my ringtone, ha (You and me) (You-you-you, you and me) You and me, yeah Let's order up a couple longnecks Maybe take a two step or two Teach you how to yaw with a southern drawl Get you falling 'fore the night is through And we'll park in it the boons And catch a little moon tan By the time you go back And you'll be city girl, buzzin' over country boy loving Tellin' everybody that you know, whatchu know about that? Yeah, whatchu know about that? (You-you-you, you and me) (You and me) Yeah, whatchu know about that?

I finally made it to New York 'cause the public loves me on their screen Back when I lived in Baltimore, life wasn't as kind to me Before the fame, my life was drama, back when I went by Brianna Back when I ain't have a dollar, when I had to make ends meet (God damn!) Bri would try hard to appease Every little-ass demand, I always hated it when she'd Conform to everyone around her, run away just like a coward So I took away her power, now that name is dead to me I killed that bitch Brianna, and with her body went her name So if you see me IRL, don't call me that again (don't call me that shit) The ugly side, the part I hide, lies deep inside of me Wait, did I say me? I'm talking about Bri You asked who Bri is? I don't know her She was way too mediocre No one wants her, motherfuck her baggage Last I heard, she's gettin' meaner Please let me know if you see her I'll try harder, guardin' all her damage I'd rather kill myself than reminisce on who I used to be I'll put a bounty out on every memory someone has of me You ever wish you could erase all that took place and just start clean? Stuck in the past, too much regret, can I go back, please? I sat up straight, I got straight A's, ate all the veggies on my plate And yet, I'm 20, still a dummy, and I'm fuckin' overweight Do you like me, everybody? Look to you for validation You know, lately, I think crazy, I'm convinced everyone hates me Not me, I mean, hates Bri (I'm talking 'bout Bri!) We are two separate entities You asked who Bri is? I don't know her She was way too mediocre No one wants her, motherfuck her baggage Last I heard, she's gettin' meaner Please let me know if you see her I'll try harder, guarding all her damage Now that na-na-na-na-na-name is dead to me I killed that bitch Brianna, and with her body went her name (went her name) So if you see me IRL, don't call me that again (Now that name is dead to me)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Wah yeah, talking bout my baby, Talking bout my baby, When she go walking down bourben street, I just can't understand as i walk behind her, She got red hotpants on, She got on a low-neck see through blouse with no brassier on, She shaking like two big old balloons in a hurricane, She got a purple afro, She got her hand on her hip, Better not let her slip? Battering her eyes Looking straight at me yeah, She's battering her eyes And looking straight at me with that sassy saucy look on her face, She's beside me, I wanna go out on a picnic with you baby, Out under the big bright yellow sun, She said i wanna go out on a picnic with you baby, Out under the big bright yellow sun, Out under the big bright yellow sun, Out under the big bright yellow sun, Out under the big bright yellow sun

Head bangers YEAHHH! YEAHHH! (UHHH UHHH UHHH UHHH) YEAHHH! (UHHH) Gucci mane laflair It's money in the air It's ballin over here It's models over there It's party over there We ballin over here It's gucci mane laflair This song is out of here That's what I'm talkin bout I'm gettin guapped out And I don't swap it out Ya better walk it out Cause if I pull it out There's nothin to talk about This what I'm talkin bout Know what I'm talkin bout They don't give a fuck That's what the fuss about Chickens in the kitchen That's what I'm talkin bout And I'll talk ya out And I'll cross ya out And I'll move ya out That's what I'm talkin bout [CHORUS: x2] 28 inch rims that's what we talkin bout Million just on our jewels that's what we talkin bout Birthday cake for the crew that's what we talkin bout Ya either cash it in or we'll cash ya out Girl we'll getcha drunk And then we'll dog you out Kick you to the curb That's what the boss about Know what I'm talkin bout On some twenty eights That's what I'm talkin bout It's sittin so high I don't see the traffic But I can see the sky I just get the cake But I don't see the pie Walk through the club We don't see tha lines They don't pat us down So they don't see the nines Where I party at Ya know I'm keeping mine Ya know I'm sneakin mine Gotta keep in mind Know what I'm talkin bout That's what I'm talkin bout Whatcha talkin bout So icey bank shop [CHORUS x2] Signed with atlantic Now I'm makin mills Bitch I might Gone off of pills Paint match the wheels The chain match the grill Make a record deal Hundred dollar bills Know what I'm talkin bout You don't know about Pull up to the bank And snatch a hundred out Then smash out To my shawtys house Let's go shoppin shawty That's what I'm talkin bout YYEEAAAHHHH! (PUSSY!) [CHORUS x2]

What you talking bout Said you wouldn't be a fake but you selling out I been moving all this weight I been selling out Take a trip outta space now we getting loud Tell "em say it to my face they don't make a sound I don't ever take a break but lemme break it down Where you at right now Where you at right now Ain't pick up the phone when the opps ran down Got the choir singing that's a opp man down Gang was outside was you stuck in the house Trappin in the rain we don't ever feel a drought What you talking bout? What you talkin bout? You could see the pain in my village man he did em fowl What you talking bout what you talkin bout If you got something say boy you better say it now What you talking bout what you really talkin bout You know I'm with the gang n that's y I'm wylin out If you ain't getting shmoney what tf you talkin bout I ain't gotta ask if you loyal to the team Seeing all this green but nothings what it seems If I ain't chase my dreams I would've never made the team Clocking in time I was never bout the scene Like a shark out of water with a bag amari jeans I'm flying on a jet smoking Za until it make me lean What you talkin bout What ya yellin bout What you really bout Heard you took a lose Can you tell me how? Can you show me why? Why you shouldn't lie? Why you even try? Where the time fly? Are you still getting high Don't ask me why Cause there's no reason to lie If we all just gonna die why not even try