Where they at [8X]

[Chorus]
If u wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin in the fo' with the goud D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

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

[Verse 1]
In the club on the late night, feelin right
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty hot and horny so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
of 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
Boo, as long as u a thicky thicky thick girl u know that it's on
(Know that it's on)
I peep something comin towards me up the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
Yellin I like the way u brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes u wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see u moving way over there

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Face and body front and back, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers of boozers she's bringin nuttin back
u should feel the impact, koop on plastic
when the sky's the and them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that, 4.6 Range
Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes
It feel strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the titel from my momma put the whip in my own name now
Damn shit done changed now
Runnin credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)
Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.
Tellin me about a party up in NYC
Can I make it? Damn right, I be on the volgende flight
Payin cash; first class - sittin volgende to Vanna White

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[Verse 3]
Check, check -- yo, I know somethin u don't know
And I got somethin to tell ya
u won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow
Most zei that I was a failure
But now the same motherfuckers askin me fo' dough
And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the volgende show?"
Hell no (what's witchu?!) u for real?!

[City Spud]
hallo yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like u should - fuck me good, suck me good
We be no stud niggaz, wishin u was niggaz
Poppin like we drug dealers, sippin Crissy, bubb' mackin
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit u and your friends
So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this
And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this
And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist'
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen
When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin of they diss
Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss

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Hey, must be the money! [4X]

[Chorus]