Errtime (feat. 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.

Chorus.

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)

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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.

Chorus.

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.

Chorus.