(Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way?
I'm gettin' pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B
(Hey, must be the money!)
Oh why must I feel this way?
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
And if shorty wanna, rock, we rockin' to this
I peep something comin' towards me on the dance floor
Where they at? Where they at?
Shorty wanna see the ice then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city listen
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
(Hey, must be the money!)
Lookin' for a little shorty I noticed
Oh why must I feel this way?
Makin' a livin' off my brain, instead of 'caine now
Oh why must I feel this way?
And I can see you boo from way over there
Must be the money!
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
(Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
(Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
Niggaz wanna know why? Why I fly by?
Watch me as I gas that, fo' dot six Range
Oh why do I live this way?
We be them stud niggaz, wishin' you was niggaz
Hey, must be the money!
So if shorty wanna, knock, we knockin' to this
You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow
(Hey, must be the money!)
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Most said that I was a failure
Hey, must be the money!
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy and I fly high
Hell no, what's witchu?! You for real?!
You know that it's on, know that it's on
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes
And I got somethin' to tell ya
Do me like you should, fuck me good, suck me good
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
(Hey, must be the money!)
So when Nelly, can we go, how could I tell her no?
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Damn shit done changed now
Sayin' she was peepin' and I dig the last video
And if shorty wanna, pop, we poppin' the Crist'
Lookin' tryin' to spot somethin' real nice
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Where they at? Where they at?
I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
(Hey, must be the money!)
C'mon now
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin' nuttin back
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
When I fuck fly bitches, when I walk pay attention
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Check, check yo, I know somethin' you don't know
Oh why must I feel this way?
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Hey, must be the money!
But now the same motherfuckers askin' me fo' dough
She can be 18, 18 wit an attitude
Runnin' credit checks with no shame now
Sexy and real slow, hey
Oh why do I live this way?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
Oh why do I live this way?
Oh why do I live this way?
In the club on the late night, feelin' right
Oh why must I feel this way?
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
Payin' cash, first class, sittin' next to Vanna White
Oh why must I feel this way?
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl
Oh why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Come on
Face and body front and back, don't know how to act
Oh why do I live this way?
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
(Hey, must be the money!)
(Hey, must be the money!)
Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
So that I can take home, I can take home
When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Publishers: D2 PRO PUBLISHING, DYNACOM PUBLISHING, JACKIE FROST MUSIC, JAY E'S BASEMENT, JOBETE MUSIC CO INC, SONGS OF UNIVERSAL INC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - MGB SONGS, UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.
(Hey, must be the money!)
See the ice and the glist', niggaz starin' or they diss
(Hey, must be the money!)
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Where they at? Where they at?
(Hey, must be the money!)
It feel strange now
Or 19 kinda snotty actin' real rude
And I'm yellin', "I can't help ya
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
Where they at? Where they at?
If you wanna go and get high wit me
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
I like the way you brush your hair
Honies lookin' all they wish, come on boo, gimme kiss
Icy grip, tellin' me to leave wit you and your friends
Songwriters: Eldra Debarge, William Debarge, Jason Epperson, Cornell Haynes, Etterlene Jordan
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Poppin' like we drug dealers, sippin' Cris-sy, bubb' mackin'
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why do I live this way?
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
I feel the fame now, come on, I can't complain now, no more
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
Tellin' me about a party up in NYC