Letra de ' Errtime (feat. Jung Tru and King Jacob) ' de Nelly

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.