Album: The Longest YardEverytimefeaturing Jung Tru and King Jacob
Nelly:Chorus:You see errr time that beat go/I need you to shake that thang girl/Yeah, errr time that beat go/Whoa, whoa, whoa/Yeah, errr time that beat go/I need you to break that thang girl/See errr time that beat go/I need you to go like whoa, whoa, whoa/Won't ya break it down, break it down for me/Don't run outta gas girl/Break it down, break it down for me/Don't run outta gas girl.
He said 'he too cocky,' I don't who but me/I mean who else could it be/Who from STL, I don't know who that but me/Who else behind the tints of the new GT/The cotton in the blow/Like you didn't know/ Til they stomach sick fo' real right now/22 poke out/You should see it when I roll out/Killin the folks now/Money just hang out/My money just fold out/This happened in Vegas and they hit me for a mill worth/How many rappers can tell you what a mill worth/Everyday I was worried bout a mill worth.
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Jung Tru:I'm deafer than Jermaine, you can say I'm so so/Mess with Taylor Made, nigga that's a no-no/Show you the aftermath, I ain't a doctor/Way more game than a kid in a G-Unit/Cracks been wallin out, that's a G-Unit/Like Ciara when I'm gettin ya goodies/Cause I'm Jazze like Pha, with a thing in a hoodie/I'm like (whoa).
King Jacob:Yeah, better make ya mind up/You ain't find her by now/You ain't gon find her/She look good, but she look finer/Like whoa, whoa,whoa/Yeah, King came back and you ain't gotta know me/You soon will cause you gotta know me/Cause I'll make ya baby mama want me like whoa, whoa, whoa.
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Nelly:Okay now let me see you do it baby/Okay, don't be afraid, go now/Don't be ashamed of how you do it just whoa, whoa, whoa/You see I'm tired of playin games/With niggas and money names/Even if you got money to your name/I'll put your money to shame/This ain't cynical/This ain't subliminal/I'm physical/Financial/And got what it takes in general/Little mama in case you want a soldier/Not the type to hit it in the Rover/Yeah man you at the game orderin refreshments/Where I'm at, I'm on the floor watchin my investments/Button up some, call it a grown up look/I like callin it havin money, that fold up look/That Don Perreighon, Cristal-hold up, look/Gotta whoa, whoa, whoa.
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