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"Ride Wit Me"
Nelly

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 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

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 with 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 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
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel 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, everytime 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, I can't complain now
Shit I'm the main now, in and out my own town
I'm gettin 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
Paying cash, first class, sitting next to Vanna White

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
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way, hey, must be the money

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
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel 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 motherfucker 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
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 n****z
Popping like we drug dealers, sippin Crissy, bubb' macking
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 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 bitch, when I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist, niggaz staring or they diss
Honies lookin all they wish, come on boo, gimme kiss

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
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way, hey, must be the money

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
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way, hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money