Ride Wit Me - Instrumental

(Yeah, right)

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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 wit you?) You for real?

Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high

Niggas want to know why (what?), 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 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 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 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 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 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 high with me

Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E

Oh, why must I feel this way?