Lyric

Yeah…

Backroad rich, big-city reckless

Let’s go

Ridin’ slow, but my money fast

Boots on, still pop my ass

Truck loud, bank on max

Backroad rich, yeah, that’s that

Ridin’ slow, but my fast

Whiskey cold, got a bad lil’ past

Don’t need luck, I make it last

Backroad rich, yeah, that’s that

Still got mud on my brand-new tires

Still eat ramen, now it cast higher

Mama proud, but I’m still a mess

Chain too shiny on my flannel vest

From parch lights to stage lights, yeah

From broke nights to paid nights, yeah

Still country, still talk slick

Still tip big, still talk shit

Got a playlist full of trap and twang

Old-school truck, new bank rang

Bought land first, then the drip

Priorities… yeah, I’m lit

Ridin’ slow, but my money fast

Boots on, still pop my ass (Damn)

Truck loud, bank on max

Backroad rich, yeah, that’s that

Ridin’ slow, but my money fast

Whiskey cold, got a bad lil’ past

Don’t need luck, I make it last

Backroad rich, yeah, that’s that

Bad lil’ shawty in a cutoff tee

Says she love how I talk that yee-haw shit

Lip gloss pop, nails too clean

But she still wanna ride with me

Backseat kiss, then we laugh it off

Say we toxic, then pass the bottle

She like “boy, you crazy as hell”

I said “baby, I know, but you like it though”

Cowboy hat, designer jeans

Country boy with city dreams

She say “slow down,” I say “bet”

Then I speed right back to the check

From dirt roads to private flights

Same me, just better nights

Same heart, just bigger life

Yeah, yeah

Ridin’ slow, but my money fast

Boots on, still pop my ass

Truck loud, bank on max

Backroad rich, yeah, that’s that

Ridin’ slow, but my money fast

Whiskey cold, got a bad lil’ past

No cap, I was built like that

Backroad rich, yeah, that’s that

Hey! hey!

Back—road—rich!

Hey! hey!

Talk that shit!

Hey! hey!

Count it up!

Hey! hey!

Run it up!

Ridin’ slow, but my money fast (Skrrt, skrrt)

Boots on, still pop my ass (No shame)

Truck loud, bank on max (Let’s go)

Backroad rich, yeah, that’s that

Ridin’ slow, but my money fast

Whiskey cold, got a bad lil’ past

Still real, still talk my trash

Backroad rich, yeah, that’s that

Yeah…

Still country, still cocky, still paid

Now pass me the keys and the bottle