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