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If you to go and take a ride with me We in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you to go and get high with me Smoke a L in the of the Benz-E Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, be the money!)
In the club on the late night, right Looking, to spot something real nice Looking for a little I noticed so that I can take home (I can home) She can be 18 (18) an attitude Or 19, kinda snotty, acting rude But as long as you a thicky-thicky-thick you know that it's on (Know it's on) I peep something coming towards me on the dance Sexy and slow Saying she was peeping and I dig the video "So Nelly, can we go?" How could I tell her no? Her were 36-25-34 I the way you brush your hair And I like those stylish clothes you I like the way the light hit the ice and And I can see you, boo, way over there
If you to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' the gold D's Oh why do I live way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you want to go and get with me Smoke a L in the back of the Oh why must I feel this (Hey, must be the money!)
Face and Frontenac, don't know how to act Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringing nothing You should feel the impact, on plastic When the the limit and them haters can't get past that Watch me as I gas that 4 dot 6 Watch the candy paint change, every I switch lanes It feel now Making a off my brain, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my put the whip in my own name now Damn shit done now Running checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I complain now (no more) Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own I'm getting out of New Jersey from Courtney B Telling me a party up in NYC And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the flight Paying cash; first class - next to Vanna White
If you to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the D's Oh why do I live this (Hey, must be the money!)
If you to go and get high with me a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, be the money!)
If you want to go and take a ride me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the D's Oh why do I live this (Hey, must be the money!)
If you want to go and get high me a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh why must I feel this (Hey, must be the money!)
Check, check, yo, I something you don't know And got something to tell ya You won't believe how many people doubted the flow Most said I was a failure But now the same motherfuckers asking me for And I'm "I can't help ya" "But Nelly can we get tickets to the show?" no (what's witchyou?!) you for real?!
Hey yo, now I'm a fly guy, and I fly high want to know why: why I fly by But yo, all good, Range Rover all wood Do me like you should - fuck me good, me good We be them stud niggas, you was' niggas Popping like we drug dealers, sipping Crissy, bubb' in the club, me in the Benz Icy grip, telling me to leave you and your friends So if shorty want to knock, we knocking to And if shorty want to rock, we to this And if want to pop, we popping the Crist' Shorty see the ice, then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, listen When I fuck fly bitches; when I pay attention See the ice and the glist'; niggas staring or they looking all "they wish" - come on boo, gimme kiss
If you want to go and take a with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' the gold D's Oh why do I live way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you to go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Oh why I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you want to go and take a ride me We 3-wheeling in the fo' the gold D's Oh why do I this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you to go and get high with me a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh why I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
Hey, be the money!