Ride Wit Me (featuring City Spud) Lyrics

(Nelly) 
mmmmmmmmmmmm 
whooo oo oo 

Where they at (Where they at) 
Where they at (Where they at) 
Where they at (Where they at) 
Where they at (Where they at) 

chorus: 
[Nelly] 
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me 
We three women in the fo with the gold D's 
Oh why do I live this way? 
(Hey,it must be the money) 

If you wanna go and get high wit me 
Smoke a 'L' in the back of tha ben-z 
Oh why must I feel this way? 
(Hey, must be the money) 

[Nelly] 
In the club on the late night, feelin right 
Lookin, tryna spot sumthin real nice 
Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home) 
She can be 18 (18) wit a attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude 
Boo as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on (you know that its on) 
I peep sumthin cummin towards me on the dance floor 
Sexy and real slow (hey) and sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video 
So when Nelly can we go 
How could I tell her no? 
Her measurements were 36-25-34 
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 

Chorus 
[Nelly] 
Face a body front and back, don't know how to act 
Without no vouchers on the boo she's bringing nothin back 
You should feel the impact, shoppin with plastic when the skies the limit 
And them haters can't get past that 
Watch me as I gas that, fo dot six lanes 
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 wip in my own name now 
Damn shit to 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 main man, now 
In and out my own town (I'm gettin) 
I'm gettin Pages out of New Jersey, from brittany 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 

Chorus (x2) 
[Nelly] 
(check, check) 
Yo, I know somethin you don't know 
But I got somethin to tell ya 
You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow 
Most said that I was a failure 
And now the same motherfuckers askin me for dough 
And I'm yellin I can't help ya 
Yo Nelly can we get tickets to the next show? 
Hell no, (whatchu say?) you fo real? 

City Spud 

Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy 
And I fly high 
Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by 
Hey 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 
Simply cause she butt naked 
Honey in the club, me in the benz 
Icy grip 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 cris 
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist 
city talk, Nelly listen 
Nelly talk, city listen 
Wanna fuck fly bitches 
When I walk pay attention 
See the ice and the glist 
Niggas starin on the glist 
Honeys lookin on they wish 
Come on boo, gimme kiss 

Chorus (x2) 

Hey, must be the money 

Hey, must be the money 

Hey, must be the money 

Hey, must be the money 

Chorus