Letra de 'Ride Wit Me' de Nelly

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 wit 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 wit me
Smoke an L in the back of the benzie
Oh why must I feel this way
(Hey) must be the money

In the club on the late nite feelin right
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
Looking for a lil shorty I noticed
So that I can take home (I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit a attitude
19 kinda snotty actin real rude
But as long as you a thicky thicky thick
Girl you know that its on
You know that its on
I peep somethin comin towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and really slow (hey)
Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
Somewhere nelly we could go
How could I tell her no
Her measurements was 36 25 34 {feel it}
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

Face a body from that don't know how to act
Without the vouchers on the Gucci's bringing nothin back
You should feel the impact shop on plastic (where the) sky is thelimit
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 feels 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 can change now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now come on
I can't complain no more
Shit I'm the man now
In and outta my own town
(I'm getting pages) out of new jerz from courtney b
Tellin me about a party up in n y c
And can I make it damn right
I be on the next flight
Payin cash first class sittin next to vanna white

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 mutha fuckaz askin me for dough
And I'm yellin I can't help ya
Yo nelly can we get tickets to the next show
Hell naw 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 its 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 crissy bud makin
Honey in the club me in the Benz
I see a cutie 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 criss
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 at the glist
Honeys lookin no they wish
Come on boo gimme kiss c'mon

'Must be the money' on out