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) wit 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!)


Lyrics submitted by HalfBakedSkillet

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