Where they at? Where they at?
Face and body front and back, don't know how to act
Hey, must be the money!
(Hey, must be the money!)
I like the way you brush your hair
C'mon now
Must be the money!
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
Watch me as I gas that, fo' dot six Range
And if shorty wanna, rock, we rockin' to this
I feel the fame now, come on, I can't complain now, no more
When I fuck fly bitches, when I walk pay attention
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
Check, check yo, I know somethin' you don't know
And I can see you boo from way over there
In the club on the late night, feelin' right
But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl
Hey, must be the money!
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Oh why do I live this way?
(Hey, must be the money!)
Oh why must I feel this way?
And I'm yellin', "I can't help ya
Lookin' for a little shorty I noticed
Lookin' tryin' to spot somethin' real nice
Oh why must I feel this way?
Or 19 kinda snotty actin' real rude
City talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city listen
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way?
It feel strange now
Oh why do I live this way?
And if shorty wanna, pop, we poppin' the Crist'
Come on
Hell no, what's witchu?! You for real?!
If you wanna go and get high wit me
(Hey, must be the money!)
Niggaz wanna know why? Why I fly by?
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
Hey, must be the money!
Do me like you should, fuck me good, suck me good
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy and I fly high
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
If you wanna go and get high wit me
But now the same motherfuckers askin' me fo' dough
If you wanna go and get high wit me
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way?
If you wanna go and get high wit me
You know that it's on, know that it's on
Icy grip, tellin' me to leave wit you and your friends
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
Makin' a livin' off my brain, instead of 'caine now
(Hey, must be the money!)
But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood
I peep something comin' towards me on the dance floor
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
(Hey, must be the money!)
Payin' cash, first class, sittin' next to Vanna White
(Hey, must be the money!)
Damn shit done changed now
And I got somethin' to tell ya
(Hey, must be the money!)
Oh why must I feel this way?
So that I can take home, I can take home
Oh why do I live this way?
Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes
I'm gettin' pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B
(Hey, must be the money!)
Honies lookin' all they wish, come on boo, gimme kiss
Oh why do I live this way?
(Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
Poppin' like we drug dealers, sippin' Cris-sy, bubb' mackin'
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
Runnin' credit checks with no shame now
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why do I live this way?
See the ice and the glist', niggaz starin' or they diss
She can be 18, 18 wit an attitude
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
Tellin' me about a party up in NYC
Sayin' she was peepin' and I dig the last video
(Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
Sexy and real slow, hey
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
(Hey, must be the money!)
You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow
Oh why must I feel this way?
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
So if shorty wanna, knock, we knockin' to this
(Hey, must be the money!)
Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
Where they at? Where they at?
Oh why do I live this way?
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
So when Nelly, can we go, how could I tell her no?
If you wanna go and get high wit me
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin' nuttin back
Shorty wanna see the ice then I ice the wrist
I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now
Oh why must I feel this way?
Oh why must I feel this way?
Most said that I was a failure
(Hey, must be the money!)
We be them stud niggaz, wishin' you was niggaz
Her measurements were 36-25-34
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
