Country Gal (feat. Douglas Widick) Video (MV)

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