Who Fucks Wit Me Lyrics - Avery Storm

[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? 

[Chorus] 

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