Throw Some D’s Rich Boy (Ft. Polow da Don)

[Sample]
I used to think about immature things. You know, like, "Do you love me? Do you want me? Are you gon' call me like you said you would? Is this really your real phone number?"

[Intro: Polow da Don]
Gangstas in this house
Zone 4
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get money
New money
(This what they been waiting on)
Hey!

[Chorus: Rich Boy]
Rich Boy sellin' crack, fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac
(Throw—Throw some D's on that bitch!)
Just bought a Cadillac
(Throw some—Throw some D's on that bitch!)
Just bought a Cadillac (Throw—Th—Throw)
Rich Boy sellin' crack, fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac
(Th—Throw some D's on that bitch!)
Just bought a Cadillac (Th—Throw some D's on that bitch!)
Just bought a Cadillac (Throw—Throw—)

[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
Rich Boy sellin' crack, fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac
Took it to the chop shop, got the damn top dropped
Two colored flip flopped, candy-red lollipop
(It's hoes in the parking lot!) But I still got my Glock cocked
New money, motherfucker, don't you see the big knot?
Don't you see the big chain? Don't you see the big rims?
Wonder who they hatin' on lately? Baby, this him
Candy paint, gator-skin seats, call me "Dundee"
Pope in your hood, I'm the one that you wanna be
Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83
Riding with no tint so them motherfuckers know it's me