Ride Wit Me lyrics

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)