Ride Wit Me (Stargate Remix)

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 bе the money!) In the club on thе 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 Niggas 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 niggas, wishin' you was niggas 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', niggas 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!)