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