Whoa now, whoa now, whoa Nelly
Superstar, from a far you gon smell me
Pimp juice, she in my car, she gon let me
Tell the truth, you at a loss, you never ready
Money long like a song from R Kelly
I'll admit it, yeah I got them figures
I don't wanna talk unless it's digits, and
I'm talking diamonds nowadays to be specific
You ain't a real one it ain't in your logistics
If country grammar wasn't bamming in your system
My older bro used to ride with the street sweeper back
In the range change lanes if the cops were tipping
Mama used to say behave but I never listened
After the homie got paid I was steady tripping
Need my money Andale or we shoot the fade
Band aid cover my face blood never glistens
Moving units your list trash if my name is missing
Don't look me in the face I've been living reckless
Money a dilemma it's getting hectic a
Kelly Roland wanna ride with me but truth be told she just jealous
When you number one they can just tell it
Cleaner than a Air Force one still in box
Dead stock under Fonzworth Bentley with an umbrella
I'm not your average big fella
They can't sweat my suit poker face die hard like old yeller
She just a tip drill but you can't tell her
I'm trying to make these bands stand like Mark Sellers
Batter up every time I'm in the park I knock it out
Greatest of all time don't count me out
Trying make a million bands without the clout
Outstanding I should bill 1 and 2 on whatever list they put out
Gat$ - Nelly Lyrics
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Whoa now, whoa now, whoa Nelly
Superstar, from a far you gon smell me
Pimp juice, she in my car, she gon let me
Tell the truth, you at a loss, you never ready
Money long like a song from R Kelly
I'll admit it, yeah I got them figures
I don't wanna talk unless it's digits, and
I'm talking diamonds nowadays to be specific
You ain't a real one it ain't in your logistics
If country grammar wasn't bamming in your system
My older bro used to ride with the street sweeper back
In the range change lanes if the cops were tipping
Mama used to say behave but I never listened
After the homie got paid I was steady tripping
Need my money Andale or we shoot the fade
Band aid cover my face blood never glistens
Moving units your list trash if my name is missing
Don't look me in the face I've been living reckless
Money a dilemma it's getting hectic a
Kelly Roland wanna ride with me but truth be told she just jealous
When you number one they can just tell it
Cleaner than a Air Force one still in box
Dead stock under Fonzworth Bentley with an umbrella
I'm not your average big fella
They can't sweat my suit poker face die hard like old yeller
She just a tip drill but you can't tell her
I'm trying to make these bands stand like Mark Sellers
Batter up every time I'm in the park I knock it out
Greatest of all time don't count me out
Trying make a million bands without the clout
Outstanding I should bill 1 and 2 on whatever list they put out
Superstar, from a far you gon smell me
Pimp juice, she in my car, she gon let me
Tell the truth, you at a loss, you never ready
Money long like a song from R Kelly
I'll admit it, yeah I got them figures
I don't wanna talk unless it's digits, and
I'm talking diamonds nowadays to be specific
You ain't a real one it ain't in your logistics
If country grammar wasn't bamming in your system
My older bro used to ride with the street sweeper back
In the range change lanes if the cops were tipping
Mama used to say behave but I never listened
After the homie got paid I was steady tripping
Need my money Andale or we shoot the fade
Band aid cover my face blood never glistens
Moving units your list trash if my name is missing
Don't look me in the face I've been living reckless
Money a dilemma it's getting hectic a
Kelly Roland wanna ride with me but truth be told she just jealous
When you number one they can just tell it
Cleaner than a Air Force one still in box
Dead stock under Fonzworth Bentley with an umbrella
I'm not your average big fella
They can't sweat my suit poker face die hard like old yeller
She just a tip drill but you can't tell her
I'm trying to make these bands stand like Mark Sellers
Batter up every time I'm in the park I knock it out
Greatest of all time don't count me out
Trying make a million bands without the clout
Outstanding I should bill 1 and 2 on whatever list they put out
Writer: Jordan Patrick, Robert Ferdinand
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