Where they at
Where they at
Where they at
Where they at
Where they at
Where they at
Where they at
Where they at

If you want to go and take a ride wit me
wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

If you want to go and get high wit me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-why
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

In the club on the late night, feelin' right
Lookin' tryin to spot somethin' real nice
Lookin' for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
or 19 kinda snotty actin' real rude
But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on
(Know that it's on)
I peep something comin' towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
Sayin' she was peepin' and I dig the last video
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I 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

Face and body front and back, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin' nuttin' back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
when the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that, folk got sick paid
Watch the candy paint change, every time I switch lanes
It feel strange now
Makin' a livin' off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my momma put the whippin' on end now
Damn shit done changed now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)
Shit I'm the mayne n

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Writer(s): BRETT BEAVERS, CANAAN LEE SMITH, DAN COUCH, RYAN TYNDELL