Where they at 8X

Chorus
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin in the fo with the gold Ds
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!)

Verse 1
In the club on the late night, feelin right
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty hot and horny 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
Boo, as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that its on
(Know that its on)
I peep something comin towards me up 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
Yellin 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 moving way over there

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Verse 2
Face and body front and back, dont know how to act
Without no vouchers or boozers shes bringin nuttin back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
when the skys the limit and them haters cant get past that
Watch me as I gas that, 4.6 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 cant complain now (no more)
Shit Im the mayne now, in and out my own town
Im gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.
Tellin me about a party up in NYC
Can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White

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Verse 3
Check, check -- yo, I know somethin you dont know
And I got somethin to tell ya
You wont 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 Im yellin, "I cant help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (whats witchu?!) you for real?!

City Spud
Hey yo, now that Im a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
But yo its all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good
We be no stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz
Poppin like we drug dealers, sippin Crissy, 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

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Hey, must be the money! 4X