What It Do

Rich Boy

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    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)

    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)

    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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