Hook – Hard Trap Delivery)
Backroad billionaire, pockets full of dirt gold (yeah!),
Came up out the sticks but the chain still ice cold (ice!),
Country boy steppin’ but I move like I’m big bold (uh huh),
Ain’t a stain on me—Draco with me, case closed (bow!).
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(Verse 1 – Memphis Flow)
808 kick like a mule with a attitude,
Bass shake the trunk like it owe me gratitude,
Hustle so legal but the moves still radical,
Money stack tall, lookin’ three-story vertical.
Dirt-road demon with a big-city bankroll,
Still fry fish but I count chips like queso,
Pockets got weight like a preacher on a payroll,
Talk slow—but the car fast like I’m Django. (Skrrt!)
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(Hook)
Backroad billionaire, pockets full of dirt gold (yeah!),
Came up out the sticks but the chain still ice cold (ice!),
Country boy steppin’ but I move like I’m big bold (big bold!),
Ain’t a stain on me—Draco with me, case closed (bow!).
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(Verse 2 – Tougher, Punchier)
Still rock boots but I trap in a clean fit,
Still burn wood but the whip got a mean kit,
Still talk slick like the teeth got a gleam in it,
Still got sauce—yeah, the whole damn team wit’ it.
Banjo loop with the 808 jumpin’,
Truck so loud make the whole block rumblin’,
Came from the bottom but the top still comin’,
You gon’ hear me long ‘fore you see me—I’m thumpin’!
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(Hook – Final)
Backroad billionaire, pockets full of dirt gold (uh-huh!),
Came up out the sticks but the chain still ice cold (ice!),
Country boy steppin’ but I move like I’m big bold (real talk!),
Ain’t a stain on me—Draco with me, case closed (bow bow!).
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(Outro – Memphis Adlib Style)
(Yuh!)
Country drip, trap talk, let the 808 walk,
Ain’t no stain, ain’t no chalk—just the money do the talk.
(Whole lotta sauce.)
