If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheelin 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-y 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 thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on (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 in times you can we go? how could I tell her no? Her measurements were 36-25-34 I like the way you brush your hair 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-y Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
Face and body front and back I don't know how to act Without them vouchers on them 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, (fo' 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 put done changed now Running credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now, I can't complain now I'm the man 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) Payin cash. (first class.) Sittin' next to Vanna White
If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Why do I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
Now I know something you don't know And I got something to tell ya You won't believe how many people straight doubted the flow Most said a capella's a failure But now the same motherfuckers asking me fo' dough And I'm yelling, "I can't help ya" "Yo, can we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no! (You for real?) 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? (Must be the money!)
If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Oh why do I live this way? (Must be your mommy!)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
