Ride Wit Me - Nelly ft City Squad (full lyrics) Where they at? 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 want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo\u0027 with the gold D\u0027s 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-E 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\u0027s on (you know that it\u0027s 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 \u0022So when Nelly, can we go?\u0022 How could I tell her no? Her measurements were 36-25-34 \u0022I 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\u0022 If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo\u0027 with the gold D\u0027s 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-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money) Face and body Frontenac, don\u0027t know how to act Without no vouchers on her boots she\u0027s bringing nothing back You should feel the impact, shop on plastic When the sky\u0027s the limit and them haters can\u0027t 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 Making a living off my brain, instead of \u0027caine now I got the title from my momma, put the whip in my own name now Damn, shit done changed now Running credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can\u0027t complain now (no more) Shit, I\u0027m the mayne now, in and out my own town I\u0027m 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 Paying cash, first class, sitting next to Vanna White, c\u0027mon If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo\u0027 with the gold D\u0027s 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-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money) If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo\u0027 with the gold D\u0027s 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-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money) Check, check, yo, I know something you don\u0027t know And I\u0027ve got something to tell ya You won\u0027t believe how many people straight doubted the flow Most said that I was a failure But now the same motherfuckers asking me for dough And I\u0027m yelling, \u0022I can\u0027t help ya\u0022 \u0022But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?\u0022 Hell no (what\u0027s witchyou?), you for real? Hey yo, now that I\u0027m a fly guy, and I fly high Niggas want to know why, why I fly by But yo, it\u0027s all good, Range Rover all wood Do me like you should, fuck me good, suck me good We be them stud niggas, \u0027wishing you was\u0027 niggas Popping like we drug dealers, sipping Crissy, bubb\u0027 macking Honey in the club, me in the Benz Icy grip, telling me to leave with you and your friends So if shorty wanna knock, we knocking to this And if shorty wanna rock, we rocking to this And if shorty wanna pop, we popping the Crist\u0027 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\u0027, niggas staring, know they diss Honies looking all \u0022They wish, \u0022 come on boo, gimme kiss, c\u0027mon If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo\u0027 with the gold D\u0027s 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-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money) If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo\u0027 with the gold D\u0027s 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-E 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 want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo\u0027 with the gold D\u0027s 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-E Oh, why must I feel this-