Where they at (x8)



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If you wanna go and take a ride wit me



We three wheelin in the four with the gold cv's



Oh why do I live this way?



(Hey, must be the money)







If you wanna go and get high wit me



Smoke an L in the back with the Benz



Oh why do I feel this way?



(Hey, must be the money)







In the club on the late night, feel ya right



Lookin, tryin ta spot some real nice



Lookin for a little shorty hot & naughty so that I can take home 



(I can take home)



She can be 18 (18) wit a attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude



But as long as you a thicky thicky thick then girl you know its on 



(you know its on)



I peep summin comin towards me on the dance floor 



Sexy and real slow (hey) 



and sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video



Somewhere that we could go



How could I tell her no?



Her measurements were 36-25-34



I like the way you brush your hair



And I like those stylish clothes you wear



I like the way the light hit the ice and glare



And I can see you move from way over there







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Face a body front that, don't know how to act



Without my vouchers all the hoochies bringing nothin back



You should feel the impact, shop over plas when the skies the limit



And them haters can't get past that



Watch me as I gas that, four guy sig pley



Was there any paint change, every time I switch lane



It feel strange now



Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now



I got the title from my momma put the pimpin on name now



Damn shit to change now



Running credit checks with no shame now



I feel a thang now (come on)



I can't complain (no more)



Shit I'm the man, now 



In and out my own town (I'm gettin)



Pages out in New Jersey, from Courtney B.



Tellin me about a party up in NYC 



And can I make it? Damn Right 



I be on the next flight 



payin cash, first class sittin next to Vanna White







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(check, check)



Yo, I know somethin you don't know



And I got somethin to tell ya



You won't believe how many people, straight down at the floor



'fore said that I was a failure



Is now the same motherfuckers that's be needin dough



And I'm yellin I can't help ya



"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"



Hell no, (whatchu care?) you for real?







Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy 



And I fly high



Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by



Hey yo, its all good



Range Rover all would



Do me like you should 



Fuck me good, suck me good



We be them stuck niggas



Wishin you was niggas



Poppin like we drug dealers



Simply cause she bug mackin



Honey in the club, me in the benz



I see cute tellin me to leave wit you and your friends



So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this



And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this



And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the chris



Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist



See me talk, Nelly listen



Nelly talk, see me listen



Wanna fuck fly bitches



When I walk pay attention



See the ice and the glist



Niggas starin on the glist



Honeys lookin on they wish



Come on boo, gimme kïss







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Hey, must be the money



Hey, must be the money



Hey, must be the money



Hey, must be the money



Chorus