Ride Wit Me

Where they at, where they at

Where they at, where they at

Where they at, where they at

Where they at, come on now



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



Now 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, 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, you 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, yellin'



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, come on



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



Now if you wanna go and get high wit me

Smoke an L in the back with 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 bringin' nuttin' back

You should feel the impact, shop on the 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, 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, come on



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



Now if you wanna go and get high wit me

Smoke an L in the back with 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



Now if you wanna go and get high wit me

Smoke an L in the back with the Benz-y

Oh why must I feel this way?

Hey, must be the money



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"

Yo 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, sippin' Cris-sy, bubb' mackin

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, come on



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



Now if you wanna go and get high wit me

Smoke an L in the back with 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



Now if you wanna go and get high wit me

Smoke an L in the back with the Benz-y

Oh why must I feel this way?

Hey, must be the money