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[Nelly] WOO! Uhh uhh, yeah [Chorus: Avery Storm] + (Nelly) I ain't even gotta talk no more All my letters speak for itself You see my numbers, you can add 'em up (Now who fucks with me?) I ain't even gotta rap no more (no!) My money works for itself (uhh) I'm runnin interest while I'm sleepin man (Now who fucks with me?) Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh (Yeah, now who fucks with me?) Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooooh (Uhh, uhh, now who fucks with me?) Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh (Ay, now who fucks with me?) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (I'm earnin interest as I'm speakin man) (Now who fucks with me?) [Nelly] I ain't even gon' talk no mo' When you done with the minors ma come to the pros See I could put you in all them clothes Your neck, wrist, ears, hands, all that froze He could never ever put you in a rose But anything goes when you dealin with the baller Stand on my money if I wanna be taller Smack him with a G, I bet he go and get his lawyer Cause he really wanna sue me Take the bitch route, cause he know he cannot do me Know he can't outdo me in the records or the movies Man, I don't want your girl, plus I heard she got the cooties (Ah, ah, ahh...) If you mean what you feel then I mean what I said (Ah, ah, ahh...) You don't like cheap sex, I laid a mil' 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, sound profound, did it? He ain't get the message ma, act like he ain't get it He ain't catch a hint when you gave him back his rented Now his lil' condo one less tenant And I did it - but you know what? [Chorus] [Nelly] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Well who you know with ten mil' on a plaque? Hit the Superbowl once so they brought me on back Ride around with my Grammy's on the 'Llac Better bag up nigga, Nelly bonds are the bag Me be the rapper, Nicky Bonds be the crack Think I fell off when they fell from the track You wanna come to Nellyville I'll draw you the map Follow that yellow brick road Follow that rainbow of diamonds down to the gold Follow shorty as she slide down a pole He tryna make it rain but it's comin down slow I hope he got the gloves cause I'm about to make it snow (Ohh, ohh, ohhh...) Like kids seein Santa when I walked in the club (Hohh, hohh, hohhh...) But I only brought presents for the girls Listen, play with me nigga if you wanna, if you feel Won't kill at will but will kill Bill Somebody better grab Bill, tell him to chill Before somebody find him buried in the hills (Ah, ah, ahh...) I got a reach, try on an order myself and such (Ah, ah, ahh...) Cause I be feelin myself too much, now listen [Chorus] [Nelly] WOO! Ohh Uh, uh - now who fucks with me? Yeah, I ain't even gon' talk no mo' (I ain't even gon' talk talk talk no mo', talk talk no mo') I ain't even gon' talk no mo' (I ain't even gonna talk no mo', talk no mo') Now who fucks with me?

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