Ride Wit Me

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

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We 3-wheelin' in the four with the gold d's
Oh why do I live this way?
(Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke an 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, feelin' right
Lookin', tryin' ta spot some real nice
Lookin' for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can take home)
Since I was 18, I had an attitude
19, I was snotty actin' real rude
But I always been a freaky little whore from the 314
I peep summin' comin' towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
Sayin' she was beepin' and I dig the last video
"So slayyyter, 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 movin' way over there (yeah)

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We 3-wheelin' in the four with the gold d's
Oh why do I live this way?
(Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke an l in the back of the Benz-e
Oh why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We 3-wheelin' in the four with the gold d's
Oh why do I live this way?
(Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke an l in the back of the Benz-e
Oh why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

I know somethin’ you don't know
And 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 bitches askin’ me for dough
And I'm yellin’ I can't help ya
“But, slayyyter, can we get tickets to your next show? ”
Hell no!

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We 3-wheelin' in the four with the gold d's
Oh why do I live this way?
(Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke an l in the back of the Benz-e
Oh why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)