Ride Wit Me

歌詞

Where they at [Repeat x8] 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? (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-y Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) In the club on the late night, feeling right Looking trying to spot something real nice Looking 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 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 coming towards me on the dance floor Sexy and real slow (hey) Saying she was peeping 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 If you wanna get high with me We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) Face and body front and back, don't know how to act Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringing nothing 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, every time I switch lanes It feel strange now Making a living 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 Running credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) Shit I'm the man now, in and out my own town I'm getting pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B. Telling 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 If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We three-wheeling 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 take a ride wit me We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) Check, check, yo, I know something you don't know And I got something 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 asking me fo' dough And 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 high Niggas 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 niggas, wishing you was niggas Popping like we drug dealers, sipping Cris-sy, bubb' mackin Honey in the club, me in the Benz Icy grip, telling me to leave wit you and your friends So if shorty wanna, knock, we knocking to this And if shorty wanna, rock, we rocking to this And if shorty wanna, pop, we popping 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' niggas staring or they diss Honies looking all they wish, come on boo, gimme kiss If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh 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 me We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)