Say About Me (feat. Offset) - Chris Janson/Offset
Lyrics by:Chris Janson/Shy Carter/Tommy Cecil
Produced by:Chris Janson/Tommy Cecil
Rolling stone called me the
Most open-minded redneck on the block
Yeah but I ain't the
First good ol' boy to mix
Country with his rock
See I grew up in a single
Wide with a poster of kid rock
And when you start out from
The bottom son
You scream when you're on top
From a muddy truck to a
Shiny bus to a twin turbo jet
The odds are always stacked against me
But there ain't nothin'
Stopped me yet
'Cause I make money I make music
I got swagger and I use it
Cowboy hat when I feel it
Feather in the back zebco reelin'
Skip from a bentley to a 350
I wake up in the mornin'
See how it hits me
At the end of the day
I'm just a redneck boy
In the hills of tennessee
And I was raised not to
Care what people say about me
Uh yeah that's right
Sing it
See I got the hottest woman
That this world has ever seen
And I married that girl on a
Farm in the country underneath
A magnolia tree
A couple years went by and a
Demo of mine hopped on the radio
So we bumped it up to a
Master track and we took it
Out on the road
And before I knew it
There was platinum records
Up hangin' on my wall
And I thank god every
Day I'm a member of the
Grand ole opry y'all
'Cause I make money I make music
I got swagger and I use it
Cowboy hat when I feel it
Feather in the back zebco reelin'
Skip from a bentley to a 350
I wake up in the mornin'
See how it hits me
At the end of the day
I'm just a redneck boy
In the hills of tennessee
And I was raised not to
Care what people say about me
Alright uh
Offset
I got the baddest ***** in the game bad
Diamonds on her neck and wrist
Make it rain ice
I eat percocet ease the pain pain
Hate or you love it
I'ma pull up in a range pull up
Trapstar rockstar
You can hear it in the guitar
Oh God this a lambo
Not a mopar 'par
Fishtail doing donuts like a go-kart
Skrrt
There go 12 hit the gas on a cop car
Woo
On my soul
I can tell when she looking for the gold
On my soul
I get the bag then I'm out the back door
Let the w**d smoke blow
While I'm on the balcony in the robe
Black diamonds it's a crow
Get the bread gotta get it by the loaf
By the loaf
Skip from a bentley to a 350
I wake up in the mornin'
And see how it hits me
At the end of the day
I'm just a redneck boy
In the hills of tennessee
And I was raised not to
Care what people say about me
Alright
We raised up on that hank jr 83 son
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Now somebody scream