Nelly Ride Wit Me Song Lyrics
Where they at? 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 want to go and take a ride with meWe 3-wheeling in the fo’ with the gold D’sOh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)If you wanna go and get high with meSmoke a L in the back of the Benz-EOh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
In the club on the late night, feeling rightLooking, trying to spot something real niceLooking for a little shortyI noticed so that I can take home (I can take home)She can be 18 (18) with an attitudeOr 19, kinda snotty, acting real rudeBut as long as you a thicky-thicky-thick girlYou know that it’s on (you know that it’s on)
I peep something coming towards me on the dance floorSexy and real slowSaying 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 hairAnd I like those stylish clothes you wearI like the way the light hit the ice and glareAnd I can see you, boo, from way over there”
If you want to go and take a ride with meWe 3-wheeling in the fo’ with the gold D’sOh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)If you wanna go and get high with meSmoke a L in the back of the Benz-EOh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
Face and body Frontenac, don’t know how to actWithout no vouchers on her boots she’s bringing nothing backYou should feel the impact, shop on plasticWhen the sky’s the limit and them haters can’t get past thatWatch me as I gas that 4 dot 6 RangeWatch the candy paint change, every time I switch lanesIt feel strange nowMaking a living off my brain, instead of ‘caine nowI got the title from my momma, put the whip in my own name nowDamn, shit done changed nowRunning credit checks with no shame nowI feel the fame now (come on), I can’t complain now (no more)Shit, I’m the mayne now, in and out my own townI’m getting pages out of New Jersey from Courtney BTelling me about a party up in NYCAnd can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flightPaying cash, first class, sitting next to Vanna White, c’mon
If you want to go and take a ride with meWe 3-wheeling in the fo’ with the gold D’sOh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)If you wanna go and get high with meSmoke a L in the back of the Benz-EOh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you want to go and take a ride with meWe 3-wheeling in the fo’ with the gold D’sOh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)If you wanna go and get high with meSmoke a L in the back of the Benz-EOh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
Check, check, yo, I know something you don’t knowAnd I’ve got something to tell yaYou won’t believe how many people straight doubted the flowMost said that I was a failureBut now the same motherfuckers asking me for doughAnd I’m yelling, “I can’t help ya”“But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?”Hell no (what’s witchyou?), you for real?
Hey yo, now that I’m a fly guy, and I fly highNiggas want to know why, why I fly byBut yo, it’s all good, Range Rover all woodDo me like you should, fuck me good, suck me goodWe be them stud niggas, ‘wishing you was’ niggasPopping like we drug dealers, sipping Crissy, bubb’ mackingHoney in the club, me in the BenzIcy grip, telling me to leave with you and your friends
So if shorty wanna knock, we knocking to thisAnd if shorty wanna rock, we rocking to thisAnd if shorty wanna pop, we popping the Crist’Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wristCity talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city listenWhen I fuck fly bitches, when I walk pay attentionSee the ice and the glist’, niggas staring, know they dissHonies looking all “They wish, ” come on boo, gimme kiss, c’mon
If you want to go and take a ride with meWe 3-wheeling in the fo’ with the gold D’sOh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)If you wanna go and get high with meSmoke a L in the back of the Benz-EOh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you want to go and take a ride with meWe 3-wheeling in the fo’ with the gold D’sOh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)If you wanna go and get high with meSmoke a L in the back of the Benz-EOh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
Hey, must be the moneyHey, must be the moneyHey, must be the moneyMust be the money
If you want to go and take a ride with meWe 3-wheeling in the fo’ with the gold D’sOh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)If you wanna go and get high with meSmoke a L in the back of the Benz-EOh, why must I feel this-
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