Nelly - Must Be The Money lyrics
Mmm...
Ooh, ooh
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-wheelin' in the '4 with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way
(Hey, must be the money)
Now if you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a ounce in the back of the Benz-y
Oh, why must I feel this way
(Hey, must be the money)
In the club on the late night
Figure I'd look and try to spot somethin' real nice
Lookin' for a little shorty out naughty so that I could take home (I could take home)
(She could be 18) 18 with a attitude
Or 19 kinda snotty actin' real rude
Boo, as long as you're a diggy diggy thick girl you know that it's on (You know that it's on)
I peep somethin' comin' towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow
Sayin' she was peepin' and "I dig the last video"
"So what, Nelly, do we go" how could I tell her no
Her measurements were 36-25-34
Nelly, 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-wheelin' in the ‘4 with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way
(Hey, must be the money)
Now if you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a ounce 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, 4 dot 6, Range
Watch the candy paint change every time I switch lanes
It feel strange now makin' a livin' off my brain instead of ‘caine now
I got the title from my mama, put the whip in my own name now
Damn s*** done changed now
Runnin' credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now, I can't complain now
S***, I'm the main 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, come on
If you wanna go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheelin' in the ‘4 with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way
(Hey, must be the money)
Now if you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a ounce 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 with me
We 3-wheelin' in the ‘4 with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way
(Hey, must be the money)
Now if you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a ounce 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 motherf***ers askin' me for dough
And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya"
"Cause Nelly, yo' we gettin" tickets to the next show
Hell no, you for real
Now that I'm a fly guy and I fly high
N****s wanna know why, why I fly by
But yo' it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should, f*** me good, s*** me good
We be them stud n****s, wishin' you was n****s
Poppin' like we drug dealers, sippin' Crissy, bud mackin'
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, tellin' me to leave with 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 to wrist
City talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city listen
When I f*** fly b****es, when I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist', n****s starin' or they diss
Honeys look, you know they wish, come on, boo, gimme kiss, come on
If you wanna go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheelin' in the '4 with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way
(Hey, must be the money)
Now if you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a ounce 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 with me
We 3-wheelin' in the '4 with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way
(Hey, must be the money)
Now if you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a ounce 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 with me
We 3-wheelin' in the '4 with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way
(Hey, must be the money)
Now if you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a ounce in the back of the Benz-y
Oh, why must I feel this way
