Country Gal (feat. Douglas Widick)

I got a car uptown It's a Lamborghini And I make fifty G in a week Got an enterouge Of hunky men I'm a filthy wealthy freak And I got a line of perfume It smells like gold and cash I bought my hair I bought my face And there's diamonds pouring out of my ass and Hey baby I'm a country gal Beer and farms and barnyards And horses pigs and cows Hey baby I'm a country gal My assistant never gets my coffee right And baby I'm a country gal I got five estates And I own an island And my best friend is Taylor Swift And we're both in the Illuminati Novos Ordo Seclorum And you know I don't pay taxes You don't have to when you're rich I got my mom a reality show And you watch it 'cause she's such a bitch yeah Hey baby I'm a country gal Trucker hats and whiskey And a weekend in the Alps Hey baby I'm a country gal I steal money from my own charity And baby I'm a country gal My name is Joey Eastcoast I'm not lame 'cause I rap I come from a farm But I rap like the trap I'm the king of Hick-Hop Taking over the world Wear a cowboy hat while I steal your girl Never had a gold record And I don't know why You can catch me selling albums At a country fish fry Deanne's my girl We met at the Grammys Hanging in the back Sneaking po' boy sammies She used to be a trophy girl over at Nascar But now she's so rich she can buy out the bar She can sing She gets the party started So step out of the way Miley Cyrus, Dolly Parton I'm over here sipping Natty 'Cause I'm kind of the worst I'm the country equivalent of Fred Durst Hey baby I'm a country gal Cash and drugs and pool boys A dusty old corral Hey baby I'm a country gal My shoes are worth more than this stupid old town And baby I'm a country gal