Rich Boy - What It Do Lyrics

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[Lil' Jon]

Hey! Hey! Rich Boy... Lil' Jon (what's up Polow?)

It's a lot of motherfuckin' bad bitches in this motherfucker (uh-huh)

I think I'mma walk over to one of them motherfuckers and tell 'em this

[Chorus - Sean Paul & Cutty]

What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?)

What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number girl?)

What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?)

(Picture you naked in the back of my Chevy)

[Verse 1 - Rich Boy]

The cars the clothes the hoes I know that

That purp that kush that dro we blow that

We popp-in' rollin' drinkin' smokin'

Puffin' passin' now we chokin'

The pa-parazzi snap and shoot me

The Prada the Louis the Fendi and the Gucci

The diamonds so big she tell a nigga "look daddy"

A nigga so jealous that he don't wanna look at me

Nigga look at me (why ya knockin'?)

We ballin' and shoppin' them bottles poppin'

The rims the paint the ride so fly

The twen-ty eights be sit-tin' high

The lows the highs the mids the tweeters

Bang-in' hard you hear my speakers

(Boom boom boom boom) the trunk be knockin'

The bit-ches strip-pin' lean-in' rockin'

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[Chorus 2 - Sean Paul & (Cutty)]

What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?)

What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number girl?)

What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?)

(Picture you naked in the back of my Bentley)

[Verse 2 - Rich Boy]

We ball we shine we all be grindin'

My chain my rang you see the diamonds

We leanin' sip-pin' drankin' pourin'

Prometh-azine that pur-ple ocean

So what it do ya know ya boy

Ya know I got-ta keep that toy

So pass the K I make 'em feel me

These nig-gas hat-in' tryin' to kill me

The seats in the ride like peanut butter and jelly

The pedal to the flo' I'm bossin' in the Chevy

Ooh what it be like baby? Show me

Some hoes wanna blow me but they don't even know me

My jewel-ry sick it's so contagious

You see my wrist the shit outrageous

Mon-te Carlos and Impalas

Mon-ey rub-berbands and dollars

[Chorus 3 - Sean Paul & Cutty]

What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?)

What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number girl?)

What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?)

(Meant to be naked we were meant to be naked)

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