Chorus:
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
Wit three women in the fo' wit 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 Benzy
Oh why must I feel this way?
Hey, must be the money
Verse 1:
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
She can be 18 wit a attitude
Or 19
Kinda snotty, actin' real rude
But as long as you a thicky-thicky-thick girl you know that it's on
I peep somethin' comin' towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow
Sayin' she was peepin' an', "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 ya hair
An' I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
An' I can see you boo from way over there
Chorus
Verse 2:
All upon my face, somebody frontin' that
Don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin '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
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
I can't complain now
Shit I'm the mayne now
In an' out my own town
I'm gettin' pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.
Tellin' me about a party up in N-Y-C
And can I make it?
Damn right, I be on the next flight
Payin' cash
First class
Sittin' next to Vanna White
Chorus (twice)
Verse 3:
I know somethin' you don't know
An' I got somethin' to tell ya
Ya 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"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell nah
You for real?
City Spud:
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy
An' I fly high
Niggas 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 nigga
Wishin' you was nigga
Poppin' like we drug dealers, simply cause she ?
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip
Tellin' me to leave wit you and yo friends
So if shorty wanna knock, we knockin' to this
An' if shorty wanna rock, we rockin' to this
An' if shorty wanna pop, we poppin' the Cris'
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'
Niggas starin' or they diss
Honeys lookin' all they wish
Come on boo, gimme kiss
Chorus (twice)
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Must be the money
Chorus ('til fade)