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If you go and take a ride wit me
Wit three in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

If you go and get high wit me
Smoke a L in the back of the
Oh why must I feel way? (Hey, must be the money!)

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In the club on the late night, feelin
Lookin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty I so that I can take home
(I can home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an
Or 19 snotty actin real rude
But as long as you a thicky thicky girl you know that it's on
(Know that on)
I peep something comin me on the dance floor
Sexy and slow (hey)
she was peepin and I dig the last video
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I her no?
Her measurements were
I like the way you brush hair
And I those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and
And I can see you boo from way there

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Face and front and back, don't know how to act
Without no on her boots she's bringin nuttin back
You should the impact, shop on plastic
When the sky's the limit and them can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that, got sick paid
Watch the candy paint change, everytime I lanes
It feel now
Makin a off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my momma put the on end now
Damn shit done now
Running credit checks no shame now
I the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)
Shit I'm the now, in and out my own town
I'm pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.
Tellin me about a up in NYC
And can I make it? right, I be on the next flight
Payin first class - sittin next to Vanna White

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3]
Check, check - yo, I somethin you don't know
And I got to tell ya
You believe how many people, straight doubted the flow
Folks said I was a failure
But now the same motherfuckers askin me fo'
And I'm yellin, "I can't ya"
"But can we get tickets to the next show?"
no (what's witchu?!) you for real?!

Hey yo, now I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggaz know why, why I fly by
But yo it's all good, Range Rover all
Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me
We be them niggaz, wishin you was niggaz
Poppin like we drug dealers, simply cause she
in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and friends
So if wanna... knock, we knockin to this
And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to
And if wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist'
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the
City talk, Nelly Nelly talk, city listen
When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay
See the ice and the niggaz starin or they diss
Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, kiss

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Hey, must be the money!