(feat. Avery Storm)
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[Nelly] WOO! Uhh uhh, yeah
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[Chorus: Avery Storm (Nelly)]
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I ain't even gotta talk no more
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All my letters speak for itself
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You see my numbers, you can add 'em up
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(Now who fucks with me?)
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I ain't even gotta rap no more (no!)
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My money works for itself (uhh)
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I'm runnin interest while I'm sleepin man
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(Now who fucks with me?)
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Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh
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(Yeah, now who fucks with me?)
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Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooooh
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(Uhh, uhh, now who fucks with me?)
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Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh
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(Ay, now who fucks with me?)
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Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (I'm earnin interest as I'm speakin man)
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(Now who fucks with me?)
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[Nelly]
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I ain't even gon' talk no mo'
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When you done with the minors ma come to the pros
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See I could put you in all them clothes
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Your neck, wrist, ears, hands, all that froze
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He could never ever put you in a rose
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But anything goes when you dealin with the baller
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Stand on my money if I wanna be taller
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Smack him with a G, I bet he go and get his lawyer
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Cause he really wanna sue me
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Take the bitch route, cause he know he cannot do me
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Know he can't outdo me in the records or the movies
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Man, I don't want your girl, plus I heard she got the cooties
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(Ah, ah, ahh...)
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If you mean what you feel then I mean what I said
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(Ah, ah, ahh...)
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You don't like cheap sex, I laid a mil' on the bed
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Spread it all out and we can roll around in it
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Hop off in the whip and we can roll around in it
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In the back seat and we can go to town in it
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Or maybe on the hood, sound profound, did it?
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He ain't get the message ma, act like he ain't get it
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He ain't catch a hint when you gave him back his rented
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Now his lil' condo one less tenant
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And I did it - but you know what?
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[Chorus]
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[Nelly]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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Well who you know with ten mil' on a plaque?
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Hit the Superbowl once so they brought me on back
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Ride around with my Grammy's on the 'Llac
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Better bag up nigga, Nelly bonds are the bag
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Me be the rapper, Nicky Bonds be the crack
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Think I fell off when they fell from the track
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You wanna come to Nellyville I'll draw you the map
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Follow that yellow brick road
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Follow that rainbow of diamonds down to the gold
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Follow shorty as she slide down a pole
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He tryna make it rain but it's comin down slow
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I hope he got the gloves cause I'm about to make it snow
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(Ohh, ohh, ohhh...)
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Like kids seein Santa when I walked in the club
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(Hohh, hohh, hohhh...)
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But I only brought presents for the girls
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Listen, play with me nigga if you wanna, if you feel
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Won't kill at will but will kill Bill
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Somebody better grab Bill, tell him to chill
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Before somebody find him buried in the hills
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(Ah, ah, ahh...)
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I got a reach, try on an order myself and such
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(Ah, ah, ahh...)
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Cause I be feelin myself too much, now listen
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[Chorus]
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[Nelly]
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WOO! Ohh
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Uh, uh - now who fucks with me?
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Yeah, I ain't even gon' talk no mo'
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(I ain't even gon' talk talk talk no mo', talk talk no mo')
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I ain't even gon' talk no mo'
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(I ain't even gonna talk no mo', talk no mo')
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Now who fucks with me?
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[Chorus]
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Who Fucks Wit Me
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| Nelly |
