[Verse It's a billion dollar rap on a five-cent beat A dream business in a single wide on wheels A chicken pecking with a bunch of big dogs A big Tennessee in a reebas underdog [Verse 2 There's a choir singin' from the outfield stands They can do it all without a lookin' back plan Way smarter than my bookstore plan The way he went to school as a lyric send man [Chorus I don't need no new Mercedes Look at me so young and crazy Don't need me no lady baby All I need is The Sky I'm swimmin' in my momma's gravy You are what your dream chooses baby I'm cuttin' my record on her Momma's red gravy [Verse 3 A big Tequila butterscotch ice tone guitar An old motor with an engine spirit type fire What you coulda got from him takin' the hire A resurrected dreamer with a flashy desire [Verse 4 Gives me a golden heart on a G string smile He's Moneyballin on a quarter-penny pair of dice He slurps 'em up on Momma's Date sauce in a pot Mmmm mmm sounds so good but tastes better [Chorus I don't need no new Mercedes Look at me so young and crazy Don't need me no lady baby All I need is The Sky I'm swimmin' in my momma's gravy You are what your dream chooses baby I'm cuttin' my record on her Momma's red gravy