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