Whoa Nelly

Lyrics
[Intro: Juicy J] Woah Play me some pimpin', mane [Chorus: Yung Gravy] Woah, Nelly Love a bitch with a lil' belly (Belly) Make a quick mil' like Sally (Sally) Girl, you ain't fat, you just healthy (Ayy) Woah, Nelly I been on the roll like Jelly (Roll) You don't fuck with me? Just tell me (Tell me) Girl, I ain't rich, I'm just wealthy [Verse 1: Yung Gravy & Juicy J] Bad bitch, she come from the south (South) Dyin' to get with her mouth (Mouth) I might just cop me a house I might just find me a spouse Gravy, he come from the north But I got more straps than the flag on the fourth I get it straight from the source 'Cause bitch, Gravy the sauce You know when I come to the east I hit Brooklyn and stay in Manhattan and Queens From the Midwest, I'm just wholesome and clean But all of these women try get to my jeans Got my estate in the west Two extra cribs for the guest Every direction, I got a selection Might ride me a Gravy Train on the US (Shut the fuck up) [Chorus: Yung Gravy & Juicy J] Woah, Nelly Love a bitch with a lil' belly (Belly) Make a quick mil' like Sally (Sally) Girl, you ain't fat, you just healthy (Ayy) Woah (Woah), Nelly I been on the roll like Jelly (Yeah) You don't fuck with me? Just tell me (Tell me) Girl, I ain't rich, I'm just wealthy [Verse 2: Juicy J] Woah, Nelly She saw that car that I'm driving Now that got her open and ready I been fucking R&B chicks since 1996 I'm lit, ain't shit you can tell me All this cash got my Chrome Hearts heavy I walk like a pimp, homeboy, I can't help it Your girl wanna suck before we make it to the tally I told her bring her bestie, don't be selfish Girl, you gotta share me if you wanna impress me All this water on me, I need a jet ski I'm a rich stepper, baby, these Giuseppe's King in my city, I'm a black Elvis Presley Check me livin' like a star Money make the world go "Wow" And it works like a charm (Charm) Some of my partners, still movin' them chickens And they ain't never been on no farm (Yeehaw) Horses in south, my Ferrari I feel like a cowboy, but without the cowboy boots Oh, wanna date? I'm just stayin' out the way What I'm smokin' on, hey? Hotbox in the coupe Driveway lookin' like I opened up my own dealership, man, I got so many cars at the crib Came from the dirty and I got it out the mud (Mud) But I still don't fuck with no pigs (Pigs) [Chorus: Yung Gravy & Juicy J] Woah, Nelly (Mm-hm) Love a bitch with a lil' belly (Yes sir) Make a quick mil' like Sally (Uh-uh) Girl, you ain't fat, you just healthy (You know it) Woah (Woah), Nelly I been on the roll like Jelly (Let's go) You don't fuck with me? Just tell me (Yes sir) Girl, I ain't rich, I'm just wealthy (Yeah) [Outro: Juicy J] Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Shut the fuck up
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- Yung Gravy
- Juicy J
- Aaron Zuckerman
- Diamond Pistols
- Ben Burgess