Nelly

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