Some people 'round here don't know what to think about
A down-home boy with some uptown stuff
Got some big bullhorns strapped on an El Dorado
So they know it's me as soon as I pull up
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Spinnin' mud tires while we're spendin' our cash
You've never seen country look quite like that, yeah
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Mama always said that I was a little different
When she heard Biggie bumpin' on a burnt CD
The very next song was Sweet Home, Skynyrd
I'm a little hillbilly, yeah, and a little OG (yes, sir)
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Spinnin' mud tires while we're spendin' our cash
Never seen country look quite like that, yeah
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Now, come on
You know it Jelly
Woo, good old honkytonk
I'm a thousand-dollar pappy in a Styrofoam cup
A chicken-fried steak at the country club
A two-piece suite with a camouflage hat
Sippin' fine wine out of a paper sack
Like, Copenhagen in a Cadillac (talk to 'em)
Spinnin' mud tires while we're spendin' our cash (spendin' our cash)
Bet you never seen country look quite like that, yeah
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Spinnin' mud tires while we're spendin' our cash
You've never seen country look quite like that, yeah
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
What about that, Riley?
They don't know nothin' about that, Jelly
Woo, whoa, yeah
