Yelawolf - Country Rich ft DJ Paul (Official Music Video)

Yelawolf - Country Rich ft DJ Paul (Official Music Video) Stream Ghetto Cowboy: Don’t forget to subscribe for more music! VIDEO CREDITS Director: Jorge Abarca Director of Photography: Keith Leman Executive Producers: Michael Mihail, Emanual Zunz, Ken Madson for Guerilla Hollywood, OneRPM, & SLUMERICAN. Producers: Michael Mihail, Jeff Murcia, Edward Crowe, Gloria Ortega LYRICS [Intro: Yelawolf] 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 [Verse 1: Yelawolf] 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 retire I said, Mr. Bobalina, 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 [Chorus: Yelawolf] ’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) [Verse 2: Yelawolf] 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 grunting Glass pipes underneath the dune buggy, dummy [Chorus: Yelawolf] ’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) [Verse 3: DJ Paul] 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 [Chorus: Yelawolf] 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 #Yelawolf #CountryRich #GhettoCowboy #DJPaul