Hmmmmm...ooh! (ooh!! ooh!!!)

Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (c'mon now!)

Chorus:
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
Wit three women 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 an L in the back of the benze-e
Oh why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

In the club on a late night, feelin' right
Lookin, tryin ta spot some'ing real nice
lookin for a little shorty hot and horny that I can take home
(I can take her home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
But as long as you are thicky thicky thick girl you know tha' its on
(you know tha' its on)
I peep some'ing comin towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey) and sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
So Nelly When 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

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Face a body front and back, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringing no'ing back
You should feel the impact, shoppin on plastic when the skies 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 lane
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 can change 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 gettin)
Pages outta 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
Paying cash, first class sittin next to Vanna White

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(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 flo'
most said that I was a failure
Now the same motherfuckers askin' me for dough
And I'm yellin I can't help ya
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no, (whatchu talkin' about?) 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 wood
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 butt-naked
Honey in the club, me in the benz
Icy gripp 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 listens
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

Repeat Chorus Twice

Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money

Repeat Chorus

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