Hey, must be the money! Hey, must be the money! Hey, must be the money! Must be the money! Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss See the ice and the glist' niggaz starin or they diss When I fuck fly bitches when I walk pay attention Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wristĬity talk, Nelly listen Nelly talk, city listen rock, we rockin to thisĪnd if shorty wanna. knock, we knockin to thisĪnd if shorty wanna. Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends Poppin like we drug dealers, simply cause she butt-naked We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly highīut yo it's all good, Range Rover all woodĭo me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flowīut now the same motherfuckers askin me fo' dough Payin cash first class - sittin next to Vanna WhiteĬheck, check - yo, I know somethin you don't know I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.Īnd can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) I got the title from my momma put the whippin on end now Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes Watch me as I gas that, folk got sick paid When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that You should feel the impact, shop on plastic Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin back
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I like the way the light hit the ice and glareĪnd I can see you boo from way over thereįace and body front and back, don't know how to act So when Nelly, can we go how could I tell her no?Īnd I like those stylish clothes you wear Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take homeīut as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on (Know that it's on) In the club on the late night, feelin right Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
Wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's
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