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Who F*cks Wit Me

Chorus:

I aint even gotta talk no more

Imma let it speak for itself

You see my numbers you can add 'em up

Now who fucks wit me?

I aint even gotta work no more

My money works for itself

I'm burnin interest

While i'm sleepin' man,

Now who fucks wit me? (oooh) x3

Now who fucks wit me?

I'm earnin' interest as i'm speakin' man

Now who fucks wit me?

I aint even gonna talk no more

When your done with the minors

Ma come to the pros

See i can put you in all them clothes

You neck, wrist, girl, hands all that froze

He can neva eva put you in the rows,

But anything goes when your dealin' with a baller

Stand on my money if i wanna be taller

Smack him wit a G

I bet he go and get his lawyer

Cuz he really wanna sue me

Take the bitch route

Cuz he know he can't out do me

Know he can't out do me in the records or the movies

Man i don't need a girl

Plus i heard you got the cooties

If you mean what you feel

Then i mean what i said

You dont like cheap sex

I lay a mill on the bed

Spread it all out and we can roll around in it

Hop off in the whip and we can roll around in it

In the back seat and we can go to town in it

Or maybe on the hood....

He aint get the message

Ma, he act like he didn't get it

He aint catched the hint

When you gave him back his rent and

Nice lil condo and one less tenant

And I get it

But you know what

(Chorus)

Well who you know with 10 mill on the black

Hit the superbowl once so they brought me on back

Ride around with my grammys on my lap

Better bag up nigga, Nelly balls in the back

Me be the rapper nigga, balls be the crack

Think I fell off when they fell for the trap

You wanna come to Nellyville

I'll draw you the map

Follow that yellow brick road

Follow that rainbow and diamonds down to the gold

Follow shorty as she slide down the pole

We tryin' to make it rain

But it's comin' down slow

I hope you got the gloves

Cuz i'm 'bout to make it snow

(oh! oh! oh!)

Like kids seein' santa when i walk in the club

(Ho! Ho! Ho!)

But i only brought presents for the thugs

Listen

Play wit me nigga

If you wanna, If you feel

Wont kill ed will, but will kill bill

Somebody better grab bill and tell him to chill

Before somebody find him abbandoned in a hill (ah, ah, ah)

I got a restraining order on myself and such (ah, ah, ah)

Cuz i be feelin' myself to much now listen

(Chorus) x2

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Lyrics submitted by Julia.

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