[Chorus]
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If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
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wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's
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Oh why do I live this way?
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(Hey, must be the money!)
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If you wanna go and get high wit me
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Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
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Oh why must I feel this way?
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(Hey, must be the money!)
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[Verse 1]
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In the club on the late night, feelin right
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Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
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Lookin for a little shorty I noticed
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so that I can take home
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(I can take home)
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She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
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or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
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But as long as you a thicky thicky
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thick girl you know that it's on
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(Know that it's on)
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I peep something comin towards
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me on the dance floor
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Sexy and real slow (hey)
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Sayin she was peepin
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and I dig the last video
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So when Nelly, can we go;
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how could I tell her no?
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Her measurements were 36-25-34
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I like the way you brush your hair
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And I like those stylish clothes you wear
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I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
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And I can see you boo from way over there
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Face and body front and back,
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don't know how to act
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Without no vouchers on her boots
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she's bringin nuttin back
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You should feel the impact,
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shop on plastic
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when the sky's the limit
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and them haters can't get past that
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Watch me as I gas that,
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folk got sick paid
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Watch the candy paint change,
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everytime I switch lanes
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It feel strange now
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Makin a livin off my brain,
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instead of 'caine now
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I got the title from my momma
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put the whippin on end now
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Damn shit done changed now
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Running credit checks with no shame now
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I feel the fame now (come on),
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I can't complain now (no more)
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Shit I'm the mayne now,
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in and out my own town
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I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey,
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from Courtney B.
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Tellin me about a party up in NYC
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And can I make it?
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Damn right, I be on the next flight
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Payin cash; first class
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- sittin next to Vanna White
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Verse 3]
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Check, check -- yo,
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I know somethin you don't know
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And I got somethin to tell ya
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You won't believe how many people,
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straight doubted the flow
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Folks said that I was a failure
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But now the same motherfuckers
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askin me fo' dough
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And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya"
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"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
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Hell no (what's witchu?!) you for real?!
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Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
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Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
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But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood
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Do me like you should
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- fuck me good, suck me good
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We be them stud niggaz,
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wishin you was niggaz
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Poppin like we drug dealers,
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simply cause she butt-naked
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Honey in the club, me in the Benz
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Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you
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and your friends
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So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this
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And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this
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And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist'
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Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
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City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen
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When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention
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See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or they diss
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Honies lookin all they wish
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- come on boo, gimme kiss
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[Chorus 2X]
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Hey, must be the money! (4X)
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[Chorus]
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Ride Wit Me ( Remixed by Jason `Jay E` Epperson )
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| Nelly |
