Tryin’ to Get a Number R. Kelly (Ft. Nelly)

[Intro: R. Kelly]
Oooooo weee!
Ho, ho
Guess who?
It's Kellz and Nelly!
Nelly you ready?
(Uh-huh)
Y'all ready?
(Uh-huh)
Okay, let's go

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
I pull up to the club stepping fresh up out the hummer
Got a lot of cash on me, I'm a number one stunner
In the middle of the winter, make it feel like summer
What I'm doing? (Hey hey)
I'm tryna get a number
I pull up to the club stepping fresh up out the hummer
Got a lot of cash on me, I'm a number one stunner
In the middle of the winter, make it feel like summer
What I'm doing? (Hey hey)
I'm tryna get a number

[Verse 1: Nelly]
Half you niggas goin' 'bout it all wrong (all wrong)
Lemme tell you what might help to get her home (get her home)
You think that lame ass demeanor gon' make her wan' come and see ya
Should've listened to B.I.G., you dead wrong (dead wrong)
First, you get your 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 tryna 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 tryna get a glimpse of what the hell is over there
Then pop, pop, pop, go a round of bottles
Then pop, pop, pop, R. Kelly follows
This shit here like hard to swallow
Only real niggas endure this power
Only real niggas give paper showers, 3 or 4 grand like every hour
And I don't give a fuck who else in town
Midwest come through, shut this bitch down!