[Intro: Bubba Sparxxx, Demun Jones, & DJ K.O.]
Ah-ah
I said ah-ah
Bubba K baby
Who I got in here with me?
Demun Jones
DJ K.O
One more time who am I?
Bubba K
We gettin'
Money, money, money
Yeah

OG's
OG's

[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]
Tripple like the x's in my name
(Where ya from?) GA
I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess
They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes
I put in work, baby, nothin' less
I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess
Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess
The more they talk, they talkin' muddy less
I overdo it but I'm under dressed
Money, money, money
[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]
I went to London and they told me I'm a bloody mess
I told 'em wait 'til you see the other fella, what a mess
Saw the way that fabric fit I said "What a dress"
She asked me if I would visit it with her, I said "What address?"
I'm a mess, yeah the muddy
Since 2001 I run amuck amongst the uglies
I don't know what it is that makes me never ever give my truck a rinse
I keep it filthy as the government
And they lovin', lovin', lovin' it
Standin' on the banks, she finna bust and now she's bussin' it
This somethin' worth discussion? Well that just depends
Seldom ends where the love begins
I'd prolly pull up in a muddy Benz
Told a city slick we should just be friends
Then I handed her to scram 'cause she was a ten
Call my brother Demun we back in the mud again

[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]
I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess
They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes
I put in work, baby, nothin' less
I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess (Muddy mess)
Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess
The more they talk, they talkin' muddy less
I overdo it but I'm under dressed
Money, money, money
[Verse 2: Demun Jones]
I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess
Straw hat, wearin' boots, that's my Sunday best
Full speed, hammer down, 'bout to give 'em heck
Hand jack truck kickin' mud up above the rest
Crawled up out the sticks, Jones County redneck
Caught a couple critters bare hand without a net
Spent the money, here's to cashin' the bigger checks
Kind of dude you're gonna get, tyrannosaurus rex
Me and Bub 'bout to blow it up
And I ain't talkin' tannerite for fun, more like mega tons
Best be talkin' right, that's where we're from
The Peach State son, I'm bettin' we got plenty guns
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
I'ma keep it def a hundred and fifty percent country
Keep it jacked up, truck beats bumpin'
Bouncin' up and down across the muddy south
I'm a muddy mess

[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]
I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess
They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes
I put in work, baby, nothin' less
I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess
Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess
The more they talk, they talkin' muddy less
I overdo it but I'm under dressed
Money, money, money
(I used to be ugly)
Money, money, money