[Intro]
Tailgate down
Sun going red
Dirt on my boots
Bills in my hand (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Got a cooler full of cans in the back of the Chevy
Camo on the seats, tackle box sitting heavy
Four-wheelers lined up, dust on the fenders
Buddies in the yard, all repeat offenders
We hit the creek, throw a line, talk trash
Laughing while we counting up a little side cash
Country boy hustle, turn a field to a payday
Still home by dark for her daddy’s Sunday hay bales
[Chorus]
Mud tires and money bags
Hunting, fishing, making stacks
Riding with my girl in my lap (hey!)
Her folks on the porch yelling “that’s our man”
Bonfires, backroads, midnight brag
Small town crown with a camo flag
Running with my buddies, I ain’t ever looking back
Mud tires, money bags
[Verse 2]
Her mama in the kitchen, saying “boy, you can eat”
Her daddy at the table asking ‘bout this week
He know I get up, clock in, grind hard
Still hit the woods when I park that car
We chase bucks in the dawn, bass in the noon
Hit the trail on four wheels kicking up plumes
She hugging on my arm, hair in the breeze
Saying, “I love the way you take care of me”
[Chorus]
Mud tires and money bags
Hunting, fishing, making stacks
Riding with my girl in my lap (oh yeah!)
Her folks on the porch yelling “that’s our man”
Bonfires, backroads, midnight brag
Small town crown with a camo flag
Running with my buddies, I ain’t ever looking back
Mud tires, money bags
[Bridge]
[Beat drops, crowd chants]
Who got the land? (we do)
Who got the plan? (we do)
Who got the girl and the love from her fam?
That’s me, that’s true (yeah)
From the woods to the work to the weekend
Every dollar that I make, I’mma keep it
Still share the good times, load the bed up deep and
Roll out laughing, engines screaming
[Chorus]
Mud tires and money bags
Hunting, fishing, making stacks
Riding with my girl in my lap (hey!)
Her folks on the porch yelling “that’s our man”
Bonfires, backroads, midnight brag
Small town crown with a camo flag
Running with my buddies, I ain’t ever looking back
Mud tires, money bags