What It Do Rich Boy (Ft. Cutty & Sean Paul)

[Intro: 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'