You got the money, the big career
You can fly most anywhere to get away from here
I got my man, we ain't to tight
But we can rock 'em at the Rooster every Saturday night
I got my girl, got my guitar, I got everything.

You got a wet rag up on my neck
And you can stare at that computer till your eyes turn red
I got my pad, I got my mouse
And there is forty-seven dozen livin' in my house
I got my girl, got my guitar, I got everything.

Well, my girl is a hot wire, full of burnin' desire
Can't wait to put her lovin' arms around me
I got her with my guitar, really set her on fire
Knew she was mine
The moment that I dropped down to my knees.

It's what you got, not what you ain't
If you got all that you need then you got it made
Don't take much to satisfy me
'Cause I got everything that money can't buy me
I got my girl, got my guitar, whoa, I got everytyhing.

--- Instrumental ----
Don't take much to satisfy me, uh huh.

Well, my girl is a hot wire, full of burnin' desire
Can't wait to put her lovin' arms around me
I got her with my guitar, really set her on fire
Knew she was mine
The moment that I dropped down to my knees.

It's what you got, not what you ain't
If you got all that you need then you got it made
Don't take much to satisfy me
'Cause I got everything money can't buy me
I got my girl, got my guitar, I got everytyhing.

Yooo --- Instrumental --- yeah

I got my girl, got my guitar, I got everytyhing.

I got my girl, got my guitar, I got everytyhing, yeah...

I got my girl, got my guitar, woa, I got everything.
Yeah...