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Where they at [Repeat x8]If you wanna go and take a ride wit meWe three-wheelin in the fo' with the gold D'sOh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)If you wanna go and get high wit me [Repeat x10]Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-yOh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)In the club on the late night, feeling rightLooking trying to spot something real niceLooking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home)She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude or 19 kinda snotty acting real rudeBut 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 (hey) Saying she was peeping and I dig the last videoSo when Nelly, can we go, how could I tell her no?Her measurements were 36-25-34I like the way you brush your hairAnd I like those stylish clothes you wearI like the way the light hit the ice and glareSongtexteAnd I can see you boo from way over thereIf you wanna get high with meWe three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D'sOh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)Face and body front and back, don't know how to actWithout no vouchers on her boots she's bringing nothing backYou should feel the impact, shop on plasticwhen the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past thatWatch me as I gas that, fo' dot six RangeWatch the candy paint change, every time I switch lanesIt feel strange nowMaking a living off my brain, instead of 'caine nowI got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name nowDamn shit done changed nowRunning credit checks with no shame nowI feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)Shit I'm the man now, in and out my own townI'm getting pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.Telling me about a party up in NYCAnd can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flightPayin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna WhiteIf you wanna go and take a ride wit meWe three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D'sOh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)If you wanna go and take a ride wit meWe three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D'sOh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)Check, check, yo, I know something you don't knowAnd I got something to tell yaYou won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flowMost said that I was a failureBut now the same motherfuckers asking me fo' doughAnd I'm yelling, "I can't help ya""But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"Hell no (what's with you?!) you for real?!Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly highNiggas wanna know why, why I fly byBut yo it's all good, Range Rover all woodDo me like you should, fuck me good, suck me goodWe be them stud niggas, wishing you was niggasPopping like we drug dealers, sipping Cris-sy, bubb' mackinHoney in the club, me in the BenzIcy grip, telling me to leave wit you and your friendsSo if shorty wanna, knock, we knocking to thisAnd if shorty wanna, rock, we rocking to thisAnd if shorty wanna, pop, we popping the Crist'Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wristCity talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city listenWhen I fuck fly bitches, when I walk pay attentionSee the ice and the glist' niggas staring or they dissHonies looking all they wish, come on boo, gimme kissIf you wanna go and take a ride wit meWe three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D'sOh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)Hey, must be the money! [Repeat: x4]If you wanna go and take a ride wit meWe three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D'sOh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) Aus Songtexte Mania