Yeah, Frank.In the club on a late night, feeling right, looking, trying to spot something real nice.Looking for a little shorty, I know that's all that I can take home.I can take home.She could be 18, 18 with an attitude, or 19, kind of snotty, acting real rude.But as long as you a dicky, dicky, dick girl, you know that it's on, you know that it's on.I beep something coming towards me off the dance floor.Sexy and real, still saying she be peeping, and I dig the last video.Someone never knew could go.How could I tell her no?Measurements was 36, 25, 34.Yeah.I like the way.I like the way you brush your hair, and I like those stylish clothes you wear.I like the way the light hit the icing gland, and I can see you goofing way over there.If you want to go and take a ride with me, we three, we're in the floor with the goatees.So why do I live this way?Hey, it must be the money.If you want to go and get high with me, smoke an L in the back of the Benz.Oh, I feel this way.Hey, it must be the money.I'm about to face up on the front neck.Don't know how to act.Wait, I know.Pouches on the boosters, bringing nothing back.You should feel the impact.Shopping with plastics.Sky's the limit, and them haters can't get past that.Watch me as I gas that.4.6 rain.Once again, he paint changed.Every time I switch lanes, it feel strange now.Making a living on my brain instead of cane now.I got the title from my mama for the whip in my own name now.Damn *** to change now.Running credit checks with no shame now.I feel the fame.Come on.I can't complain no more.***, I'm the main now.In and out my own now.I'm taking pictures out of New Jersey.I'm Courtney B.Telling me about a party up in NYC.And can I make it?Damn right.I'll be on the next flight.Paying cash.First class.Sitting next to Vanna White.Come on.If you want to go and take a ride with me, we three.Willing in the four with the goatees.So why do I feel this way?Hey, must be the money.If you want to go and get high with me, smoke a L in the back of the Benz.So why must I feel this way?Hey, must be the money.If you want to go and take a ride with me, we three.Willing in the four with the goatees.So why do I?I feel this way.Hey, must be the money.If you want to go and get high with me, smoke a L in the back of the Benz.So why must I feel this way?Hey, must be the money.Check, check.Yo, I know something you don't know.And I got something to tell you.You won't believe how many people straight out of the floor.Most said that I was a failure.But now the same mother***ers asking me for dough.And I'm yelling I can't help you.Yo, Nelly, can we get tickets to the next show?Yeah.Yo, yo, now that I'm a fly guy and I fly high.Niggas want to know why, why I fly by.But yo, it's all good.Range Rover, all wood.Do me like you should.*** me good, suck me good.We be don't stud, niggas.Wishing you was, niggas.Popping like we drug dealers.Sipping Chrissy, Bud Mack and Honey in the club.Me in the Benz.I see Chris telling me to leave with you and your friends.So if shorty want to knock, we knocking to this.And if shorty want to rock, we rocking to this.And if shorty want to pop, we popping to Chris.Shorty want to see the ice, then I ice the wrist.Shorty want to see the ice, then I ice the wrist.City talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk.City listen, when I ***, fly bitches when I walk.Pay attention, see the ice, soon it glist.Niggas stir, know they ***.Honeys look, know they wish.Come on, boo, give me a kiss, come on.If you want to go and take a ride with me, we three.Willing to go with the goatees.So why do I live this way?Must be the money.If you want to go and get high with me, smoke an L in the back, got a Benz.So why must I feel this way?Must be the money.If you want to go and take a ride.We three.Willing to go with the goatees.So why do I live this way?Must be the money.If you want to go and get high with me, smoke an L in the back, got a Benz.So why must I feel this way?Must be the money.Must be the money.Must be the money.If you want to go and take a ride with me, we three.Willing to go with the goatees.So why do I live this way?Must be the money.If you want to go and get high with me, smoke an L in the back, got a Benz.So why must I feel this way?