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Where they at (Where they at)

Where they at (Where they at)

Where they at (Where they at)

Where they at (Where they at)

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 look this way?

(Hey, must be the money)

If you wanna go and get high wit me

Smoke an L in the back with the benzen-e

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 I noticed 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 diggy-diggy 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 beepin 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 it

And I like those stylish clothes you wear

I like the way the light hit the ice and glare

And I can see you movin way over there

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 look this way?

(Hey, must be the money)

If you wanna go and get high wit me

Smoke an L in the back with the benzen-e

Oh why do I feel this way?

(Hey, must be the money)

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)

Niggas out in New Jersey, from Twenty-B

Tellin me about a party up in NYC

And can I make it? Damn Right

I be on the next flight

Man can, first class sittin next to Vanna White

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 look this way?

(Hey, must be the money)

If you wanna go and get high wit me

Smoke an L in the back with the benzen-e

Oh why do I feel this way?

(Hey, must be the money)

Herhaal Refrein

(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 kiss

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 look this way?

(Hey, must be the money)

If you wanna go and get high wit me

Smoke an L in the back with the benzen-e

Oh why do I feel this way?

(Hey, must be the money)

Herhaal Refrein

Hey, must be the money

Hey, must be the money

Hey, must be the money

Hey, must be the money

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 look this way?

(Hey, must be the money)

If you wanna go and get high wit me

Smoke an L in the back with the benzen-e

Oh why do I feel this way?

(Hey, must be the money)