Big Rich ☆ Fake ID

Hey, I’ve been driving all over town

On my cellphone wearin’ it out

And I’ve finally tracked you down

Hey, everybody says you’re the man

The final piece to my master plan

You got my world in the palm of your hand



Well I know that you got it

Come on and just sell it

Got the cash up in my pocket

You know I gotta get it



Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake ID

There’s a band in the bar that I’m dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake ID



Hey, don’t even think about tellin’ me no

It’s only twenty minutes till the show

Hey mister turn it over let’s go



No, I ain’t gonna need a receipt

Just make sure that it looks like me

So the bouncer don’t call the police



And don’t tell my daddy

Stole the keys to his caddy

Don’t dilly dally

I gotta get the hell out of this alley



Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake ID

There’s a band in the bar that I’m dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake ID



Here’s my money, now get out of my way

Gonna push my luck right up to the stage



Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake ID

There’s a band in the bar that I’m dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey mister, hey mister



Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake ID

There’s a band in the bar that I’m dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake ID



Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake ID

There’s a band in the bar that I’m dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake ID

Hey mister, hey mister

Big & Rich - Fake I.D. (Feat. Gretchen Wilson)

Fake ID by Big & Rich feat. Gretchen Wilson

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