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

Earl on the beat Earl on the beat Earl on the beat Woo You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) Shit, I just fucked this hoe, she couldn't even take it Now she blowin' up my phone, that hoe so crazy XO drip on me, kid, we can Bape it I'm prestigious with this shit, I get creative, I got cadence They keep leashes on they bitch They know I sent that bitch some players Rockin' Fear Of God and Dior, you keep your belt (Yea, keep that shit) Everything Gucci, ya dig? (woo) She wanna Gucci her heels Yeah, she a modeling bitch Lean in baby bottle You thought we was some toddlers and shit I got some twos and fews Just for a swallowin' bitch I need to own the place (what?) 'Cause I throw the most dollars, lil' bitch (weah) Real big dawg shit, go get a collar, lil' bitch, yeah, hey-hey Screamin' in that Lamb' with a chop, ayy-ayy Spent the backend with Avianne, okay (woo, woo) Yeah, we spin your block in a Gucci mask, okay Copped the plain Amiri for the rain, okay (Woo) (Talk to 'em) You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) Yeah, Hood Baby Ain't fearin' no nigga (Earl on the beat) Watch who you trust, man 'Cause these niggas got sticky fingers (let's go) Fucked that bitch, I'll never see a ring finger She suck my dick 'til my toes curl, I feel a real tingle Money in these pockets These pockets, can't even walk, I'm a real penguin Respect I'ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (oh yeah) I'm fly as fuck soarin' through it, I ain't talking no eagle (yeah) Catch a hoe and snatch her up, my mood on jeepers creepers So much flaws, shit, help me, I can't even look at people Ayy, yeah, my bitch know I'm a whole cheater Yeah, I ran this shit up just like a whole cheetah (yeah) Hey, big shoes like I'm old people (yeah) I ride with pole-keepers (yeah, yeah) Yeah, watch what you do or you say, you on pins and needles Shit, watch how the hood act when you get real millions And you better keep them racks or you ain't gon' see them people 'Round you (yeah) You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy)