Yeah, Frank. In the club on a late night, feelin' right, lookin' tryna spot somethin' real nice. Lookin' for a little shorty, hot naughty, so that I can take home. I can take home. She could be eighteen. Eighteen with an attitude of nineteen. Kinda snotty, actin' 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 somethin', callin' towards me up the dance floor. *** hit real slow. Sayin' she been peepin' and I dig the last video. So whenever we could go, how could I tell her no? Measurements was thirty-six, twenty-five, thirty-four. Yellin'. I like the way you brush 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 movin' way over there. If you wanna go and take a ride with me, with three women and a four with the goatees. Oh, why do I live this way? Must be the money. If you wanna go and get high with me, smoke a L in the back of the Benz. Oh, why must I feel this way? Must be the money. Face up out in front now. Don't know how to act. Without no vouchers or no boosters, bringin' nothin' back. You should feel the impact. Shoppin' with plastic. When the skies are limitin', them haters can't get past that. Watch me as I gas that. 4.6 range. Once again, he can't change. Every time I switch lanes. It feels strange now. Makin' a livin' on my brain instead of cane now. I got the title from my momma, flip a whip in my own name now. Damn *** to change now. Runnin' credit checks with no shame now. I feel the fame now. Come on. I can't complain no more. ***, I'm the main now. In and out my own town. Takin' pictures out of New Jersey. From Courtney B. Tellin' me about a party up in NYC. And can I make it there? I might. I'll be on the next flight. Bankhead. First class. Sittin' next to Vanna White. Come on. If you wanna go and take a ride with me, We three wheelin' in the four with the goatees. So why must I feel this way? Must be the money. If you wanna go and get high with me, Smoke a L in the back of the Benz. So why must I feel this way? Must be the money. If you wanna go and take a ride with me, We three wheelin' in the four with the goatees. So why do I feel this way? Must be the money. If you wanna go and get high with me, Smoke a L in the back of the Benz. So why must I feel this way? Must be the money. Yo, I know somethin' you don't know. But I got somethin' to tell ya. You won't believe how many people strayed out of the flow. Most said that I was a failure. But now the same mother***ers askin' me for dough. Now I'm yellin', I can't help ya. Yo, Nelly, can we get diggaz to the next flow? Hell nah. Woo, girl! Now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high. Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by. Well, yo, it's all good. Range Rover, all wood. Do me like you should. *** me good, suck me good. Baby, don't stub, niggas. Wishin' you us, niggas. Poppin' like we drug dealers. Sippin' Chrissy, Bud Mackin'. Honey in the club, me in the Benz. Icy Chris, tellin' me to leave with 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' to Chris. Shorty wanna 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 we bliss. Niggas stirred, know they ***. Honeys look, know they wish. Come on, boo. Give me kiss, come on. If you wanna go and take a ride with me to Madrid. Lookin' at the floor with the goatees. So why do I live like this? So why? Must be the money! If you wanna go and get high with me. Smoke a L in the back of the Benz. So why do I live this way? Must be the money! If you wanna go and take a ride with me to Madrid. Lookin' at the floor with the goatees. So why do I live this way? Must be the money! If you wanna go and get high with me. Smoke a L in the back of the Benz. So why do I live this way? Must be the money! Must be the money! Must be the money! Must be the money! Must be the money! If you wanna go and take a ride with me to Madrid. Lookin' at the floor with the goatees. So why do I live this way? Must be the money!