f/ City Spud 



Where they at (8X)



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If you wanna go and take a ride wit me

wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's

Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)



If you wanna go and get high wit me

Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y

Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)



[Verse 1]

In the club on the late night, feelin right

Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice

Lookin 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 actin real rude

But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on 

(Know that it's on)

I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor 

Sexy and real slow (hey) 

Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video

So when Nelly, can we 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 boo from way over there



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[Verse 2]

Face and body front and back, don't know how to act

Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin back

You should feel the impact, shop on plastic

when the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that

Watch me as I gas that, fo' dot six Range

Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes

It feel strange now

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

I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now

Damn shit done changed now

Runnin credit checks with no shame now

I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)

Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town

I'm gettin pages out of 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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[Verse 3]

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 doubted the flow

Most said that I was a failure

But now the same motherfuckers askin me fo' dough

And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya"

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

Hell no (what's witchu?!) you for real?!



Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high

Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by

But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood

Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good

We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz

Poppin like we drug dealers, simply cause she butt-naked

Honey in the club, me in the Benz

Icy grip, 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 Crist'

Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist

City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen

When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention

See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or they diss

Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss



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Hey, must be the money! (4X)



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