R. Kelly ft. Nelly - Tryin' To Get a Number Lyrics

Ooh wee!

Guess who?
It's Kellz and Nelly!
Nelly you ready?
(Uh huh)
Y'all ready?
(Uh huh)
OK, let's go

[Chorus:]
Pull up to the club steppin' fresh up out the hummer
Got a lot of cash on me, I'm a number one stunner
In the middle of the winter I make it feel like summer
What I'm doin'?
(Hey hey)
I'm try'na get a number

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
Half you niggas goin' 'bout it all wrong (All wrong)
Let me tell you what might help to get her home (Getta home)
You think that lame ass demeanor
Gon' make her wanna come to see ya
You shoulda listened to big
Ya dead wrong (Dead wrong)
First, you get yo swagga right
Then go stand right by that light
Let that light hit off that ice
Lookin' like you landin' flights
That shit there like kryptonite
She tryin' to put up a fight
But she can't help it
She enticed
She done looked like more than twice
St. Louis (Yeah) Chi-town (Yeah)
This a lot of money mama, this ain't even fair
They climbin' on the tables
And they standin' on the chairs
They tryin' to get a glimpse of what the hell is over there
Then pop, pop, pop, more round of bottles
Then pop, pop, pop, R. Kelly follows
Then shit here like hard to swallow
Only real niggas here know dis power
Only real niggas give paper showers
Three, four grand like every hour
And I don't give a fuck who else in town
Midwest come through, shut this bitch down

[Chorus x2]

[R. Kelly]
I'm in the club
And I'm sippin' on patron
And I'm a be up in this bitch all night long
So many my baby mamas
I'm scopin' out like a hunter
I'm tryin' to see which one of them I'm takin' home
Look at her (Look at her)
I like her
Go get her
Fuck it, go get them
Let all of them bitches in
Gotta lot of cash
And I'm ready to spend it all
I'm so high up in this mothafucka
I can't see y'all
So u take a picture (He!)
She gave me time to pause
And it go like
Suit (Uh huh)
My ice (Uh huh)
My stunnas, now pause
R. Kelly (That's what's up)
Kellz 'n Nelly (That's what's up)
Get that paper (That's what's up)
Fuck them haters (That's what's up)
Playa, y'all got the game all misconstrued
I'm a 'bout to break it down
Tryin' talk some sense in y'all fools
Look a here
Playa let me tell you what's happenin'
Get that number keep it crackin'
Tell that bitch to write it down
Shake yo hand
And give you dat napkin

[Chorus x2]

[R. Kelly]
I'm gettin' my drink on
I got my stunnas on
Just stop the music
You can hear dis on ya ringtone
We in here all night long
Dis goin' 'til six in the morn
Wake up wit' two chicks
Wash our ass
And goin' straight to the mall
Gimme dat number

[Chorus]