Where they at? Where they at?   Where they at? Where they at?   Where they at? Where they at?   Where they at? Where they at?   C'mon 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!)      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, 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      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      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!)      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!)      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 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, 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      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!)      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!)      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!)      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!)      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   "But 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!)      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!)      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!)      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!)      Hey, must be the money!   Hey, must be the money!   Hey, must be the money!   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!)      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!)