[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