Nelly
Nelly - Rick James lyrics
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(Verse) I can't wait to spend this money Spend it all on you It don't matter what it is, what it cost, no See I'm on pay per view uh She's standing on the couches Bottles in the air! She's dancing on the tables Don't worry My darling, keep the Bentleys running That's what rich niggas do uh (Pre-Hook) Put yo number in my phone I'm almost home Too much Patrone Shots shots shots Here alone Hey what I'm on In my zone Everybody get down Yea, I'm rich, bitch please (Hook) Like Rick James Where the hoes? Everybody in the zone Baby hold my phone Like what? (oh oh oh oh oh oh) Rick James Where the hoes? Everybody on the floor Too worried to go home Like what? (oh oh oh oh oh oh) (Verse) I said I can't wait to spend this money (do you hear me?) Girl what you wanna do? Nah I don't drive a personal car girl See I park avenue She's standing on the couches Bottles in the air! She's dancing on the tables How about I send my partners for you baby? That's what rich niggas do uh (Pre-Hook) Put yo number in my phone I'm almost home Too much Patrone Shots shots shots Here alone Hey what I'm on In my zone Everybody get down Yea, I'm rich, bitch please (Hook) Like Rick James Where the hoes? Everybody in the zone Baby hold my phone Like what? (oh oh oh oh oh oh) Rick James Where the hoes? Everybody on the floor Too worried to go home Like what? (oh oh oh oh oh oh) (Verse) You know we parlaying all day In a mansion in Miami, keep it full LeBron playin Yellow gold, Scott Dweller, solitaire park baby Whenever I say it they ménage it Vegas, stumbling up out of the club High as elegant, now you're looking for love Call your girl if you're lookin for her Nah I ain't going for it like a bong I'm drinkin pourin In the strip club where the girls ain't getting naked Me and foxy girl, body out of this world Pretty pull strings to a lot of these girls Take a hit of it, get high with me girl Who tryna get sky high? Me and my girls Raise yo hands if you want it twice Who's feelin right? Come on and shoot that shit (Pre-Hook) Put yo number in my phone I'm almost home Too much Patrone Shots shots shots Here alone Hey what I'm on In my zone Everybody get down Yea, I'm rich, bitch please (Hook) Like Rick James Where the hoes? Everybody in the zone Baby hold my phone Like what? (oh oh oh oh oh oh) Rick James Where the hoes? Everybody on the floor Too worried to go home Like what? (oh oh oh oh oh oh)