Nelly, City Spud - Ride wit Me lyrics

Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at? Come on, now

If you wanna go and take a ride with me
We 3-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 high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

In the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed
So that I can take home
(I can take home) She can be
18 (18) with an attitude
Or 19, kinda snotty, acting real rude
But as long as you a thicy-thicy-thic
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 peeping and I
Dig the last video "So when Nelly
Can we 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, boo, from way over there"

If you wanna go and take a ride with me
We 3-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 high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

Face and body Frontenac
Don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots
She's bringing nothing 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 4 dot 6 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
Momma put the whip in my own name now
Damn shit done changed now
Running 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 getting pages out of 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

If you wanna go and take a ride with me
We 3-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 high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and take a ride with me
We 3-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 high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

Check, check, yo
I know something you don't know
And I've got something 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
Asking me for dough
And I'm yelling: "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets
To the next show?"
Hell no (what's witchyou?) you for real?!

Hey 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, fuck me good
Suck me good we be them stud niggas
"wishing you was" niggas
Popping like we drug
Dealers, sipping Chrissy, bubb' macking
Honey in the club, me in the Benz icy grip
Telling me to leave with you and your friends
So if shorty wanna knock, we knocking to this
And if shorty wanna rock, we rocking to this
And if shorty wanna pop
We popping 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 staring
Know they diss
Honies looking all "they wish, "
Come on boo, gimme kiss, c'mon

If you wanna go and take a ride with me
We 3-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 high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and take a ride with me
We 3-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 high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
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 with me
We 3-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 high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way?