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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nelly
Nelly
Vocals
City Spud
City Spud
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Epperson
Jason Epperson
Composer
Etterlene Jordan
Etterlene Jordan
Composer
Eldra DeBarge
Eldra DeBarge
Composer
Lavell Webb
Lavell Webb
Composer
William DeBarge
William DeBarge
Composer
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
Jason Standard
Jason Standard
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rich Travali
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Steve Eigner
Steve Eigner
Recording Engineer
Jason "Jay E" Epperson
Jason "Jay E" Epperson
Producer
Kenny Dykstra
Kenny Dykstra
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm, ooh, ooh, ohh
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Come on now
[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's (Zip-zip)
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get **** with me
Smoke a **** in the back of the Benzy
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
[Verse 1]
In the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, tryna spot something real nice
Looking for a little shawty I noticed so
That I can take her home, I can take her home
She can be eighteen, eighteen with a attitude
Or nineteen, kinda snotty, acting real rude
But as long as you a thicky, thicky, thick girl
You know that it's on, you know that it's on
I peep something coming towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow
Saying she was peepin' and I dig the last video
"Somewhere, Nelly, we can go," how could I tell her no?
Her measurements was 36-25-34
Yelling, "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 movin' way over there"
[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's (Zip-zip)
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get **** with me
Smoke a **** in the back of the Benzy
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
[Verse 2]
Mama, papa, face and body, front and back, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots, she's bringing nothing back
You should feel the impact, shopping with plastic
When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that four dot six Range
Watch the candy paint change, every time I switch lanes
It feel strange now, making a living
Off my brain instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my mama
Put the whip in my own name now
Damn, **** done changed now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now, I can't complain now (C'mon, no more)
****, I'm the main now, in an out my own town (Own town)
I'm getting pages outta New Jersey from Courtney B
Telling me about a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn right
I be on the next flight
Paying cash, first class
Sitting next to Vanna White (C'mon)
[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's (Zip-zip)
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get **** with me
Smoke a **** in the back of the Benzy
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me (Uh-uh)
We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's (Uh, uh, uh-uh)
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get **** with me (Uh-uh)
Smoke a **** in the back of the Benzy (Uh, uh, uh-uh)
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
[Bridge]
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 doubted the flow
Most said that I was a failure
But now the same mother **** asking me for dough
And I'm yelling, "I can't help ya"
"Yo, Nelly, can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell naw, you for real?
[Verse 3]
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy and I fly high
**** wan know why, why I fly by (What?)
But yo, it's all good, Range Rover, all wood
Do me like you should, **** me good, **** me good
We be them stud ****, wishing you was ****
Popping like we drug dealers, sipping Crissy, bub' macking
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, telling me to leave with you and your friends
So, if shawty wanna knock, we knocking to this
And if shawty wanna rock, we rocking to this
And if shawty wanna pop, we popping the Crist'
Shawty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city listen
When I **** fly ****, when I walk, pay attention
See the ice and the gliss, **** staring or they diss
Honeys look, know they wish, come on boo, gimme kiss, come on
[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's (Zip-zip)
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get **** with me
Smoke a **** in the back of the Benzy
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's (Zip-zip)
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get **** with me
Smoke a **** in the back of the Benzy
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
[Refrain]
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Must be the money
[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheeling 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 **** with me
Smoke a **** in the back of the Benzy
Oh, why must I feel this
Written by: Cornell Haynes, Jr., Eldra DeBarge, Etterlene Jordan, Jason Epperson, Levell Webb, WEBB, LAVELL EUGENE, William DeBarge
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