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Album: Nelly 5.0 (2009)
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  • Yea
    Hey yo Nelly
    Lets do this

    At, at, at last I'm literally loungin' black
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    At last I'm literally loungin' black
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks

    Got a bad bitch wit' me she in the Valentino
    Half black and phillipino
    I let her count casinos
    Her under apple bottom her underwear Sean John
    A hundred on every arm hundred more in my charm
    Tell em' puff

    Let your mind let your body and your soul go
    Its aight get your money stack more dough
    (Tell em' puff)
    Pick a day get your girl come and play
    You know my motherfuckin' name
    (you know my motherfuckin' name)

    How bout we hop in the Monte Carlo
    Tomorrow we'll ice the bottles
    In the ocean with the goggles
    And act like you won the lotto (uh oh)
    Lamborghini buggato my matchin' on the throttle
    My motto is Snatch your motto with my latto is a lot oh
    Insane my game is like James,
    Kobe or maybe Dwayne wade
    Fresh shades Alexander McClains
    Bottles of rosay some rockin oj's tell em puff

    Let your mind let your body and your soul go
    Its aight get your money stack more dough
    (Tell em' puff)
    Pick a day get your girl come and play
    You know my motherfuckin' name
    (you know my motherfuckin' name)

    At, at, at last I'm literally loungin' black
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    At last I'm literally loungin' black
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    Sittin' back sittin' back sittin' back sittin' back
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks

    I kick in the door wavin' the four four
    All you heard was dirty don't hurt em' no more
    Well fuck that I'm takin' my reign back (reign back)
    So take that (take that)
    So take that tell em' puff

    Let your mind let your body and your soul go
    Its aight get your money stack more dough
    (Tell em' puff)
    Pick a day get your girl come and play
    You know my motherfuckin' name
    (you know my motherfuckin' name)

    I pull up to the party
    With Cory smokin' cigary with the baddest little shawty
    Cause shawty love to get naughty (uh oh)
    Dollar after dollar you niggas might wanna hollar
    I chinchilla the collar, dirty what I did with comma hey (Hey)
    Keep time A.P, shine
    We fly only in G-5
    She's fine yep she mine put your peace high homie for B.I.

    Let your mind let your body and your soul go
    Its aight get your money stack more dough
    (Tell em' puff)
    Pick a day get your girl come and play
    You know my motherfuckin' name
    (you know my motherfuckin' name)

    At, at, at last I'm literally loungin' black
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    At last I'm literally loungin' black
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    Sittin' back sittin' back sittin' back sittin' back
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks

    Now
    Watch ya wanna do
    You fuckin' wit a baller
    A st louis brawler
    You can hate me she gonna fuck wit me regardless
    We be a flawless
    All this
    Tell em' puff

    Let your mind let your body and your soul go
    Its aight get your money stack more dough
    (Tell em' puff)
    Pick a day get your girl come and play
    You know my motherfuckin' name
    (you know my motherfuckin' name)

    Stackin' papers contagious
    Buildin' paper skyscrapers
    Stuntin' outrageous comin' straight out the matrix
    Hustle lil' mommy
    Countin' papers my hobby
    Throw in up the tachardi
    Down the streets of Miami
    My neck gold the bling is rainbow
    It came cold and made to hang low
    The bank roll is made to stay swoll
    You cant fold more paper than Kinko

    At, at, at last I'm literally loungin' black
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    At last I'm literally loungin' black
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
    Sittin' back sittin' back sittin' back sittin' back
    Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks Writer/s: BRANDON JOEL BOWLES, CHRIS E. MARTIN, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, CORNELL HAYNES, DAVID GRUSIN, HARVEY MASON, JALACY J HAWKINS, JAY MASON HARVEY, NORMAN GLOVER, REGINALD D ELLIS
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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