They say he was a spoiled and rotten kid because his parents had some money.
They looked down on everything he did and said he acted kind of funny.
They say he was confused and mentally abused just because he was a rich kid.
All the kids in class always kicked his ass and looked down on everything that he did.
When he is old he will own the world.
When he grew up he got what he deserved.
He was a rich boy.
Brace yourself wont you mister.
Rich boy got a little sister.
She was spoiled and self-centered girl, with daddy's money in daddy's world.
He called her sweetheart, he called her honey and then showered her with gifts and money.
Still she's a problem child she always been too wild she always hang out with the riff raff.
She was always sad, down, depressed and mad and you would never see her laugh.
When she is old she will own the world.
When she grew up she got what she deserved.
She was a rich girl.
Listen up now wont you mother.
(Yeah Rich Boy man I'm pimpin' like that)
I keep flickin' these dollars girl and... you know I just got
somethin' on my mind... Hold on Polow man stop throwin' money man
let me see what's happenin' wit' this man
It's one thing I gotta ask, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass
If I fly ya first class, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass
Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass?
Touch her ass, yeah touch her ass
Catch me on Cheetah's wit a down dick eater
Standin' on the block in a fresh wife beater
Filet mignon, me and Polow Da Don
Why they call you Rich Boy? Look at my charm
Look at my bracelet and look at my arm
Shakin' my wrist might just start a snowstorm
Up in the club and we gettin' it on
Poppin' big bottles and spillin' Patron
D-Boys be the squad Zone 4 be the label
Got a 645 wit' the satellite cable
They say I wouldn't make it but I still made it happen
One point three mill' and just start rappin'
Yeah I got a room when you suck on my dick
'Cause if you suck on my dick you better swallow that shit
Ya young bitch, niggas still runnin they mouth
One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four
When I leave the club I take two whores
Maybe one more, back to the Doubletree
Hoes wanna double me and sip bubbly
Let's play a lil' game, Simon Says
Simon Says "why don't you give Rich Boy some head?"
No lie, I'm a cool dude
Not tryin' to be rude, just tryin' to touch you
Yeah, I'm lookin' for that super dome
I ain't talkin' 'bout the field they throw the ball on
I'm a ball on, make that ass roll
Pussy look like gold comin' down that pole
Got the whole club out of control
Fake ballers in the bitch throwin' rent money, stupid bitch
I laugh at that shit, what you wanna do?
I got hundred dollar bills, tens and twenties too
I'm takin' my money and spendin' it all
All these thick girls that I wanna take home
Throwin' big faces until they all gone
While I watch all these girls take off they thong
Mr. DJ won't you turn up my song
Bouncin' that ass I don't see nothin' wrong
One bitch, two or three bankrolls
Eighty-five thousand dollars worth of Russian rose gold
Take a picture of ya broad, put it in my iPod
She lick it dry clean when my dick get hard
Ain't playin' wit'cha baby can I get a lil' grip
All I do is HIT THAT BITCH!
On the regular, on the regular
All the time, on the regular
(All I do is HIT THAT BITCH!) On the regular
(You'll never find me smokin') On the regular
On the regular, on the regular
It's a part of me, make me lust ya
Makes me wanna touch ya
I tongue kiss ya where I fuck ya baby girl, ooh
(So how you look?) You are so beautiful
(You look so good) From head to toe wonderful
Your mind's incredible (HIT THAT BITCH!)
You know how we do it (on the regular)
How we gettin' this money (on the regular)
(all the time, on the regular)
All I do is HIT THAT BITCH! (on the regular)
You'll never find me smokin' (on the regular)
We be poppin' these bottles (on the regular)
We be shoppin' and ballin'(on the regular)
I can take you wherever you wanna roll, LET'S GO!
A full time G wit' this ballin' shit
These other niggas part time playin' they skits
I make ya feel good while they make ya sick
From ya nails to ya hair to ya outfit
You thick, you the shit girl I must admit
This Rich Boy baby so the truth I spit
Yeah, it's official everythang I'm tellin' ya
And you won't ever see me buyin' nothin' thats regular
Hey, I fell in love wit'cha look
The way them lips move when ya talk got me hooked
Hey, I can take ya to the top of the world
Have ya body draped in diamonds and pearls, make ya my girl
Come on, so we keep it on the hush
Can't fight the lust I gotta touch
Hey, so if you really wanna roll
Hop in, wit' a playa let's go
We can go where you wanna go
Fly out to Capedro everythang paid fo'
Hey, get a room at the Larmatage
Get a massage, the boy do it large
Hey, so lady like, you my lady right
Baby do me right, come on over here spend the night
Hey, and we ain't gotta check out
So let's stay it's a beautiful day to fly away
Hey, do the G thang in ya G-strang
I don't even pay attention to the weddin' rang
No, so ride wt' me baby, get high wit' me baby
You can do it, just try for me baby, hey
On the regular, this how it feel to be rich
On the regular, I be fuckin' ya bitch
So lavish, so lavish, so lavish, so lavish, so lavish, ay
Me and Jay sipping blunt that kill him
With that drank pourin waiting white rear flowing everything I drop on
Getting hit from new bitches until you feel born
Niggers in the hood know I got my wrists drawn
Is this the dope game without the coat of steel scorn
Even if you mad at that bitch, she's still horn
I'm the mine of trays, my life is hot fancy
Paparazzi see that Gucci's not a camera's flashy
Baking soda egg, drop yellow said
Got your bitch licking dog and she dick her ass
Fuck parlor back then, use an ass van
Hustling in my past till I cash in
Riding of phase like I'ma let them in
Who shot him? Who the fuck you asking?
Who shot him? Who the fuck you asking?
Who shot him nigger? Nigger let's go, lavish life
Cash flows and bake cars close, ice froze
Five whose with nice toes
This is the life we chose, it's so lavish
I begin to this money cause that's all that I know, it's so lavish
Taking over the globe, taking over the globe
If a nigger want a problem, we gonna give them what they're asking for
white it's something to make my ride look so fantastical
Your black rich shit million dollar best love
Here so spectacular, we call it missis Dracula
Riding in my caddy to the Alabama capital
I'm about a whole key depending what they're asking for
Rappers try to rapper me I take their money happily
Everybody's strucking me we live in ghetto lavishly
Bitch I'm running city like a black for dare castro
Nine this is we had them choppers in my mama
Niggers that endure shit, talking like they run shit
Soon gone shit, then I'm the hardest dumb shit
Try to get my mama out the hood but nigger say know me
When I die I hope I see the Lord and every way you know me
If you win fate .. nigger, then you're probably for the rich boy the emperor
Hood nigger one and only
Cash flows and bake cars close, ice froze
Five whose with nice toes
This is the life we chose, it's so lavish
I begin to this money cause that's all that I know, it's so lavish
Taking over the globe, taking over the globe
Check, check, it's no question
Never know bluff and trap rap nigger from hustling
Now we above all around the world like stars
We lay back in Georgia don't fly no far and single hit
Yeah yeah lavish life, the click
Now these front ropes tricks trying to grab the dick
It's the rap gang, dope gang, fake friends and foes
Boot legacies, short stoppers coppers and choppers
Screw their rap right at ya, cause I fuck cause she was a rapper
Slash actor so platinum, she don't spin back down
Like my slick slick partner, get rich with me
Staying down for whatever, he licks with me
Running the street, know I got that heat with me
Run around with them pound sits deep with me
Trick with me, I lyrically break them off with the underestimation
It's dirty occupation, paper chasing, paper chasing
Cash flows and bake cars close, ice froze
Five whose with nice toes
This is the life we chose, it's so lavish
I begin to this money cause that's all that I know, it's so lavish
Taking over the globe, taking over the globe
Got me working day and night out hustling
Don't wanna spend my life in these streets
Cause I'm so sick and tired of struggling
I know that there is a better way for me
In my family, I'll be whatever I wanna be
So you can keep them to yourself, no opinions I need tonight
Featuring: Polow Da Don , Keri
Good things don't last forever, baby
There's something 'bout you girl that drives me crazy
Ain't no if's and but's or maybe's
You will always be my friend
You will always be
You will always be
Say you'll always be my friend
She wanna know what's the reason
I'm saying she can be my friend
But baby, I'm a player, ain't no reason to pretend
Mighta seen me in MIA, ride a Phantom or the Benz
With a beautiful bitch, her hair blowin' in da wind
[Incomprehensible]
Hope that you can comprehend
What I'm spittin' is pimpin' and the rules don't bend
Yup, you lookin' good but yo' mind ain't right
Some niggas been tellin' ya you're fine, alright
[Incomprehensible] need to let me put this I in your life
Not the booze from behind, from the side how you like
I don't wanna spend forever witchu, baby, just tonight
If you can hop on my backseat that'll be a delight
From the looks of that ass you a nigga type
If you can bring me some cash, baby, you're Mrs. Right
You say you got a man and you don't know if this is right
That's why I need to be like [Incomprehensible]
Good things don't last forever, baby
There's something 'bout you girl that drives me crazy
Ain't no if's and but's or maybe's
You will always be my friend
You will always be
You will always be
Say you'll always be my friend
You're the only girl that I wanna see daily
And a lot of hoes sayin' that you could be my lady
Let's take it to another level, remember the first day
I got you what you wanted and it wasn't even your birthday
Nah, now we kicked it too hard
You went too deep, you say you feel it in your heart
So I'ma be real 'cuz you give me what I want
And I ain't gonna tell that I love you if I don't
I understand that you got a man at your crib
But he don't even care or understand how you feel
But if you stop comin' around and I don't see you again
I guess we could just be friends
Good things don't last forever, baby
There's something 'bout you girl that drives me crazy
Ain't no if's and but's or maybe's
You will always be my friend
You will always be
You will always be
Say you'll always be
You will always be my friend
Now ladies, I know y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout
See, I don't want a man that just be dippin' in and out my life
Want a friend that's gon' be there through thick and thin
You know I'm sayin'?
Somebody to take it back to the Isleys
I want somebody to always come run back to me
And trust, I'ma be right here with that good thing
If I couldn't walk again, would you still be there for me?
If I lost it all today, would you care for me?
Yeah, would you write me in the pen?
Be kinda friend that'll be there without the Benz
Like I hit you from a bull, God sent me
You'll never ask me 'bout tha money that you lent me
Nah, you look good in Cavalli
You're the type of girl that the money can't buy me
Good things don't last forever, baby
There's something 'bout you girl that drives me crazy
Ain't no if's and but's or maybe's
You will always be my friend
You will always be
You will always be
Say you'll always be
You will always be my friend
You will always be my friend
Yes, I will, oh, yes, I will, oh, I will
...2 switch I gotta roll out with another bitch
Silla backa pea, her best friend sucking in
Hoes start taking off their clothes when the budget hit
In the time you chasing more paper the hater come with it
Prime time dimes wanna come with me and face die
Ride so big I need a license like I truck drive
Niggers talk about it but I play a whole different game
Females fantasize about stunting in my chevy thang
Positive money in my pocket but you pussy
Haters... to my name cause they can't overlook me
Something like they swallow it, some like it did they face
... me, girls pop their pussy back on back my place
I'm chasing air but it's too many beats call on my cell
Go kilo so heavy that it broke the scale
Loud glass... locks
Say you making nice show me motherfucker pull 'em out
... minutes hours go to the oh,... dollar, oh... dollar
Oh oh,... dollar
Hoping and break the seamen, hoping and break the seamen
Hoping and break the seamen, hoping and break the seamen
... minutes hours go to the oh,... dollar, oh... dollar
Oh oh,... dollar
Hoping and break the seamen, hoping and break the seamen
La la la,
La la la,
La la la,
Ooooooo
La la la,
La la la,
La la la
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Off in da gutter
Got da hood hollerin corner cutta
With Zone 4
Them young money gettin muthafukers
Ah Rich Boy
Gone and pass me da click toy
He spit boy
And i'm gonna have to make em trip boy
Sick and tired
Of niggas hollerin cut throat
When they aint
Never had to get away from po-po
Aint never have
To pay they bills from choppin up coke
Aint never ever
Seen the barrel of a chopper smoke
Ah let them niggas out there kno yo name folk
Who me
I'm Mark Twain switch lanes
Flip change
And always keep a extra clip man
Blow da brains
On damn near everything i roll man
Been on my game
Every since them crocked folks came
Keep my hustle
On da low and a bitch in her place
And if u yappin
Out yo mouth then say it to my face
Full clip for
Niggas snitchin when they catch a case
Boy open up yo
Mouth and tell me hoe this barrel taste
Gangstaaaaaaaa
See da streets they be callin
See a young nigga ballin
Gangstaaaaaaaa
A young playa in the rap game
Ridin round in a Lac man
Gangstaaaaaaaa
Gangstaaaaaaaa
Them niggas aint
Like it when i went and brought a blue mink
So now they
Talkin to da police at da precinct
But they ass
Dont kno them laws on a payroll
Might see me
In a ride that aint even a day old
Talkin real
Loud but you aint sayin nuthin
So stop frontin
Cause them hoes for you aint fuckin
Keep truckin
Look here boy dont u stop here
It aint magic
But that glock will make you disappear
You like a
Kid still writin love letters
You say you
Better but i'm still makin more cheddar
I'm too
Clever for these hoes to play me
Even crazy
Lazy ass hoes gonna pay me
I really
Hate when niggas talk too much
Jus cause you
Got a strap dont mean u cant get touched
You'll find me
In a 2 seater wit a all white beata
Gettin head
From yo bitch but yo dumbass see her
They say
R-I-C-H-B-O and Y
P-I-M-P
Bitch till i die
Sometimes I
Even have to ask myself why
Them niggas
[Hook: x2]
Oh my God da Chevy a monsta,
I wanna thank the dope game for being my sponsors,
Cocaine white dope boy sneakers,
You wanna learn how to cook this dope I'm a teach ya!
[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
Oh my God, The Chevy a monsta,
Freddy Cougar red the paint job will haunt cha'
Niggas scared like it's Friday the 13,
Ridin in my Chevy up on Nightmare and Elm Street.
Shidd! Seven figures for the neck piece.
You like this? Wait until I get my neck piece.
Dope boy sneakers, dopeboy features,
You wanna learn how to cook this I can teach ya.
Chevy pushin' 500 horses to beat cha.
Pussy look like money bitch I'll probably eat cha.
Sellin crack, show me where the kitchen at,
Let me make my money back, nigga I'm a tripple dat!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Rich Boy]
I killem with da ride like Marilyn Manson,
Trunk beatin' hard I bet the devil is dancin.
I see 'em glancin' my pockets lookin' real chubby,
They came to my momma house lookin' for the hard,
But I ain't wanna sell dope please for give me Lord.
The crack rocked up, The bricks blocked up.
Everythang will be fine unless they stop us,
My Uncle Mane sayin' prayers from a prison cell.
20 years cause they caught 'em tryna make a sale.
I give 'em hell, Nigga mother fuck a hater.
Now I'm a say this shit again let's go get this paper.
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Attitude]
Trunk full of white on the intersate,
Nigga I'm eatin' like these streets is my dinner plate.
And all I need is a spoon,
A pyrex jar and some elbow room.
Now I got the hos in the 'Ham,
I ain't playin bout this paper I'll put some holes in ya ass.
Look, my weed jumpin out the blunt,
Cause the blunt in my car feel like it's jumpin out the trunk.
Blood diamonds in my neck-a-lace .
Got the hos lookin possessed, I'm the exorcist.
Bitch say hi to the bad guy.
That's why all them hos point when I pass by.
This what I'm talkin' 'bout boy (Hey bitch!) Looka here
(This the A ho! This the A ho! Yeah This the A ho!) It's Alabama!
Fuck talkin' get took boy looka here
Rich Boy really do it boy looka here
We can buy the bar all night looka here
I can show you what a stack like looka here
Boy looka here, boy looka here
Looka here, Looka here
Off top I'mma tell ya this some playa shit
A real nigga here now, better get ya bitch
Yeah, 'cause big pimpin' in the house now
If ya real then you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Rich Boy, I don't know what these niggas thankin'
Bet a thousand shoot a thousand what you niggas bankin'?
Comin' down like snow in the winter time
I don't know about you but I'm gettin' mine
D-I-P never, cold nigga, hell yeah
Zone 4, gon' pull up in the ATL
Gettin' money already know what it is
Huh, don't stop bitch what the business is
Get mo' ass then a lazy boy sofa
Keep my toaster, warm in my holster
See you got ya lil' jewelry but I'm chunked out
All the hatin' playboy, get ya stomped out
Fuck talkin' get took boy looka here
Rich Boy really do it boy looka here
We can buy the bar all night looka here
I can show you what a stack like looka here
Naw I don't wear tight shirts wit' the cuff links
See them big VS stones make ya eyes blink
Say I talk slow, and I rhyme funny
But I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin' but the big money
Big cake, big shrimp on a big plate
Nigga so iced out like a snowflake
Don't hate, big crib wit' the big lake
Say she wanna taste, some of that milkshake
Put'cha money where ya ass at and run that
Just gettin' started nigga we done done that
What you know about them folks that was shootin' it off?
While y'all was lyin', runnin' and movin' ya moss
Homeboy we ain't goin' for the okie doke
'Cause we'll pop it off quick wit' the gunsmoke
See what I tote? Keep it in my lap
If these hollow points hit'cha nigga it's a wrap
Yeah I ain'tsta... don't die naan nigga
Rich Boy, Alabama ex-figure
Stack quicker, drank good hard liquor
Fuck a squad, better have God wit'cha
Cool like a muh'fucka wit' a pimp cup
All my folk gettin' money put'cha rank up
Yeah real deal playa, gon' ball out
Come drank what'cha drank 'til ya fall out
Where my girls at baby, make 'em pay mo'
Gon' show a nigga how you make it shake slow
Yeah, represent tell 'em who ya click
[Chorus: x6]
Im N Luv Wit Da Balla Life...Lemmie Sho U Whut We Ball Like.
[Bridge: x2]
Take Ya Blouse Off...(Take It Off, Take It Off) Now Take Ya Drawz Off...(Take It Off, Take It Off) So Take It All Off... Think I'm Finna Tear Dat Ass Up Like Its My 1st Piece Of Pussy Off.
[Verse 1:]
This One 4 Tha D-Boyz Wit Da Ice On They Arm. Zone 4- Kan't 4get Polow Da Don. Kan't Fuck Wit Ya Gurl Unless That Pussy Sho 'nuff Da Bomb....
[Pre-Chorus: x2]
Its On (Its On) On Ur Khrome (On Ur Khrome) & Its On & Its On & Its On & Its On...
[Chorus x6]
[Bridge x2]
[Verse 2:]
When I Step Up N Da Klub Dem Hoez B Screamin All On My Dick. U No Him.Rich Boi-He B Da Shit. Middle Finga 2 Dem Hataz Cuz I'm Pimpin Di Bitch.(My Dick)I C U, Baby. Fuck Dat Nigga U Wit. (U Wit)
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus x2]
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
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'
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
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?)
Heavily Father, forgive us for we are sayin'
Yeahhh, I just got it
Come on, yaa, Rich Boy
[Chorus:]
You're on the top of the world
... Keep so calling me
Don't goo
To the top of
... first hit in the hood roll...
Real... Hold me tight
... still big advice
The old school is still...
Getting to the super bowl... lady
... first in the universe
Only...
I'm just trying make the worse
... going in Alabama so that just ain't got bare with me
River see the time when my neck got...
Try to... can't be regret it... kiss me... let's go
[Chorus]
On the top of the world
You keep so calling me
So I can ohhh
To the top of the world...
Ohhhh
To the top of the world
Lady to the top...
Witness we make history
... have been thousands of blue...
... Credit school...
... but I'm still determinate
Doing... I need to be exterminated
Listen to my first album, told you... when I feel
Do this for my brother and my uncle
Do it twenty years, came nobody to take my fly
... can't stop...
[Chorus]
We got to keep it moving
Ha, ha ha haha
I see you...
And this is just a previous
To the top of the world... keep calling me
Featuring: Andre 3000, Jim Jones, Game, others
Zone 4
Get money
New money
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Took it to the chop shop got the damn top drop
Two color flip flop, candy red lollipop
It's hoes in the parking lot
But I still got my glock cocked
New money mothafucka, don't ya see the big dot?
Don't see the big chain? Don't ya see the big rims?
Wonder who they hatin' on, lately paid for this meal
Candy paint, gator skin seats, call me Dundee
Pope in ya hood, I'm the boy that ya wanna be
Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83
Ridin' with no tints so the mothafucka know it's me
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
I never slip, I never fall, alot of hoes
Gimme they numbers, but I never call
A real OG, look at VIP and see a nigga ball
Then after we hit the club baby I'ma hit them draws
Yeah, I'ma break you off, and that's all
Every freak should have a picture of my dick on they walls
Polow be the shit, zone 4 be the click, yeah this for my dawgs
Yeah, gangstas, hustlers, wankstas, bustas
Wait a minute mothafucka
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Hit the block on some new ten thousand dollar rims
Can't explain how I feel, touch the gator on the wheel
Got peanut butter ice cream peter pan seats
Just got a fresh cut, now we lookin' for the freaks
Take a bad yellow bitch, make her drop them draws
I'ma show ya how to ball, middle finger to the law
So fuck them niggaz what they wanna do
Hatin' on a playa 'cause my 'lac skatin' 22's
When I pull up I'ma park right at the front
Pourin' lean in my cup, got purp in my blunt
I'ma real pimp, bitch, I ain't playin' like a trick
Just bought a new 'lac and put them thangs on that bitch
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
[Intro:]
Zone 4
Get money
New money
It's what you been waiting on
[Chorus: x2]
Rich Boy sellin' crack
Dope niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack
Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
Just bought a Cadillac
[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
There'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 it's him candy paint,
Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee
pope in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be
Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83
Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me
[Chorus: x2]
Rich Boy sellin' crack
Dope niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack
Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
Just bought a Cadillac
[Verse 2 - Polow Da Don:]
I never slip, I never fall,
A lot of hoes give me they numbers but I never call
A real O.G. look at V.I.P. and see a nigga ball
Then after we hit the club baby then I'm gonna hit them draws
I'm gonna break you off (and that's all)
Every freak should have a picture of my dick (on they wall)
Polow be the shit, zone 4 be the click
Yeah this for my dawgs
Yeah gangsters, hustlers, wanksters, busters
(Wait a minute motherfucker)
[Chorus: x2]
Rich Boy sellin' crack
Dope niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack
Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
Just bought a Cadillac
[Verse 3 - Rich Boy:]
Hit the block on some new 10 thousand dollar wheels
Can't explain how I feel,
Toucha gator on my wheel
Got peanut butter ice cream
Petter pan seats just gotta
Fresh cut
Now we looking for them freaks
Take a bad yella bitch
Make her drop them draws
Imma show you how to ball
Middle finger to the law so fuck them
Niggas tell em' what they wanna do?
Hating on a player 'cause my 'lac skated 22's.
When I pull up imma park right at the front door lean
In my cup got purp in my blunt.
Imma real pimp bitch I ain't playin' like a trick
Just bought a new 'Lac bout to put them
Parents should go out and play with their kids...
Cause we ain't no damn role models
Right there in between Florida and Mississippi
Mobile Alabama this is Rich Boy city
And the bricks get flipped 'cause we close to the water
If ya ain't gettin' ya dope from me, nigga ya oughta
I fucked the mayor's daughter, he hate it when I call her
But I'm still ridin' 'round in that Beamer that he bought her
*phone rings* There she go now
But I'm busy gettin' money on the other side of town
So I ain't a fuckin' john I'll split yo' wig
And I ain't got shit to do wit' yo' kids
Look, Rich Boy quit, doin' hardcore shit
Lil' nigga, fuck school, cop five mo' bricks
I see you ballin', what's up
This is a motherfuckin' stick up
(We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it)
I'll fall off at the club wit' the thang on my waist
Lay down the whole place
(We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it)
Let me welcome you to my world, Chevy's and dirt roads
Cheap liquor, pimp niggas that work hoes
Big trucks, niggas gettin' they swerve on
Country niggas ain't slow, fuck what you heard homes
Get a Swisher, lit it, switchin' on some killa shit
Poke out'cha chest, ball up ya fist buddy ya still a bitch
My niggas ignorant, foolish bunch of belligerants
We hit the V.I.P. pullin' bitches and spillin' shit
So if it seem like I'm buzzin' I'm sholliz
Fuckin' wit' my country cousin and them, from Mobile
'Bama bred backwood niggas we so trill
Let the foot watch me and lil Rich gettin' in hoes' ears
What it is? Damn right, we ain't a role model
Half-pints to half a gallon, we drank the whole bottle
That's why them hoes holla, they know I'm 'bout a dollar
And they might, get to ride Impala, only if they swallow
I see the kids wanna rap like me
'Cause ya see me wit' the bitches livin' life on T.V.
Around in my hood, boys fillin' graves up
Niggas talkin' that shit, see the techs raise up
Hangin' wit' the convicts and my boy Attitude
I was fuckin' plenty bitches in the back of the school
Can't you tell motherfucker I was raised by the streets
Fuck you studio gangstas, niggas reppin' on beats
My uncle doin' fed down in Talladega bitch
It ain't shit you can tell me about Lil' Rich
You better take ya lil' kids to the pastor
Rich Boy ain't a role model for them bastards
We ain't role models (we be smokin')
We ain't role models (we be drankin')
We ain't role models (we be fuckin' these hoes)
Shit, we tryna get it for real... OH! Rich Boy! You niggas
better get focused... Get money muthafucka! Get money muthafucka!
Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harrassed by the police
Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get'cha put in the pen
It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home
I be feelin' like the Lord'll never answer me back
So I'm holdin' on my gat just in case they attack
Bullet holes in ya house'll make it hard to sleep
Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap
'Lotta niggas doin' life from undercovers and fake friends
It's real how them penitetiary bars'll break men
Niggas doin' life from undercovers and fake friends
It's real how them penitetiary bars'll break men
It's where ya live, it's where ya play
It's where ya learn, ya favorite slang
Your world is, ghetto
It's where I live, it's where I'm from
It's where ya had, to tote your gun
Your world is, ghetto
Can't explain how I feel growin' up in the gum
Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her
Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate
Know a couple of niggas ain't never comin' out the gate
Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know
Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don't show
But a .44'll get'cha money fast from robbin'
Do or die situation when ya tired and stavin'
Government'd never send me a dime for school
So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool
I'm a leader for the south, pa, open ya ears
Young kids where I'm from wear permanent tears
I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends come back
Got a couple white packs, 'cause they fiend for that
Early five in the mornin' pigs showin' they badge
Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags
Speedbumps in the road start slwoin' me down
See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now
Got a chance to advance so I'm makin' my move
Couple people still thankin' they got somethin' to prove
Pay the card for the south, yeah the hood my home
Told my mama I'mma leave the dope game alone
On my knees every night conversatin' wit' God
Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard
Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain't nothin' like the movies
I'm wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit' the uzi
Even if I take a trip around the world and back
I'm representin' for the hoods, where they feel me at
Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like
Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life
Throw 'em up if ya... ghetto life
Here I come
When niggas get to poppin
Get get down, get get g-get get down (down)
Get down, g-g-g-g-get down
When niggas get to poppin
Money, cars, stars, they be ballin
Playas, pimps, dem hoes, dey be callin
Microphone check (check), one (one), two (two), four (four)
Who? Da fourth is you
I shut da whole block down like motherfuckin' P.D.
Niggas wanna be me, dey friends come and see me
Crack, rock, da block is hot
Dem niggas hate'n on me for da hoes dat I got
But I ain't even trippin off a trick as bit
Cause ya'll motherfuckers ain't hittin off shit
Broke ass nigga, joke ass nigga
Mess around and be a little smoke ass nigga
Rich Boy chillin
Polo chillin
What mo' can I say, we bout millions
That's what we get, we got it good
And you know we in yo hood
When niggas get to poppin
Get get down, get get g-get get down (down)
Get down, g-g-g-g-get down
When niggas get to poppin
Dem boys stillin, dem boys dealin
Up in da hood, dem boys killin
I'm cold, put ya sweaters on like lil Charlie Brown
I got enough rounds to lay da whole place down
35-thousand dollar watch, 100-thousand dollar drop
3-million dollar spot
One, two, it don't stop...bitch
Getcha money hustle up
Bubble 10 double up
You a motherfuckin squirrel tryna get a nut (nut)
From top to bottom, dem hoes, I got em
Don't ask me how, don't know who shot em
You snitch ass nigga, bitch ass nigga
Mess around, getcha self killed little nigga
When niggas get to poppin
Get get down, get get g-get get down (down)
Get down, g-g-g-g-get down
When niggas get to poppin
Rich boy chillin
Polo chillin
What more can I say, we bout millions
Dats what we get, we got it good
And you know we in yo hood
When niggas get to poppin
Get get down, get get g-get get down (down)
Get down, g-g-g-g-get down
When niggas get to poppin...
My Mazeradi and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes
See my Bentley, what I got when my two Phantoms had a baby
I'm not crazy, why you lazy? I get so politely daisy
Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 'bout 280
I sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' while you stealin'
Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' with a million
God made me super rich, the devil made you stupid, bitch
You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit
Why you actin' hard now you must want go see God now?
The same niggas you were beefin' with are up in your yard now
If you bout to run dogg, I guess you better start now
Forgot to bring your gun so you got to use your heart now
It's hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell
It's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to jail
It's hard to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell
I smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell
So drop
Drop, drop, drop
Now drop
Drop, drop, drop
We marijuana farmers, all our rides look like Transformers
Tell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and dance for us
You don't need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast
Take a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast
Snow cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off
My blunt goin' kick the game off, we never take the game off
Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper
Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper
Pullin' coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators
Million dollar generators, 90 fast investigators
For flashy cars, the prison bars, ménage à trois
The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now drop
Now drop
Drop, drop, drop
Now drop
[Rich Boy:] Ay Fresh. tell em wat we bout to get boi
[Bridge: Mannie Fresh]
Money, cars, clothes, hoes,
motherfuckin diamond on ma motherfuckin toes
shooted in you bank trick sniff it up your nose
Dope man slammin dem cadillac doors
Still Money, cars, clothes, hoes
crackagator shoes wit da big bank roll
I'm da reason why niggas gotta get up and get it
dope man ice wit da shirt and da fitted
[Hook: Rich Boy]
(D-boy...)
who da nigga rollin thru da hood errr body wanna see (D-boy...)
who da nigga in da hood all da yung one wanna be (D-boy...)
who da fine ass hoe wanna fuck who dey wanna suck (D-boy...)
(yea) da mothafuckin d-boy, (D-boy...) (yea) da mothafuckin d-boy (D-boy...)
[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
to ma niggas in da hood wit dere mouth fulla rock
da boi on da block still runin from da cop (wieoup wieoup)
dope in da sock watchin fo da polic
tattoos wit da jewrl and da gold teeth
err day he in da kitchen wit da
cuz da project taught him how to make bricks
yea he let it cook till it rock hard
even tho he kno he might get locked up (brrgiiiiiiiiiiiiing)
in da cell cuz somebody might care
iz niggas doin time fo illegal drug sell
wit no fare callin home from da prison phone
and u da nigga dat ain't even find a go phone
we get fucked by da damn govament
cuz dey da one movin all da white shit (white shit)
fo da boy tryin to get up off da dope game
hurry up cuz dey comin thru da door man
[Hook: Rich Boy]
(D-boy...)
who da nigga rollin thru da hood errr body wanna see (D-boy...)
who da nigga in da hood all da yung one wanna be (D-boy...)
who da fine ass hoe wanna fuck who dey wanna suck (D-boy...)
(yea) da mothafuckin d-boy, (D-boy...) (yea) da mothafuckin d-boy (D-boy...)
[Verse 2: Rich Boy]
Fresh white tee wit da fresh white sneak
rollin thru da hood in a ol skool fleek
nigga he in da hood err body wanna be
da boy wit da tee why da hatin on me
we slangin hard cuz we couldn't get a job
i drop outta skool but am still street smart
around hurr we ain't playin wit da boi scout
cuz nigga rop in da drought wen da doper
by da grak house waitin fo da next thang
tryna make thang leavin of da hood dream
from da dope wit da powder and da coccaine
da dope man da nigga wit da street thang
shooted up da thang thru it out your nose
its all about the Money, cars, clothes, hoes
da reason why niggas gotta get up and get it
dope man ice wit da shirt and da fitted (get it)
[Bridge: Mannie Fresh]
Money, cars, clothes, hoes,
motherfuckin diamond on ma motherfuckin toes
shooted in you bank trick sniff it up your nose
Dope man slammin dem cadillac doors
Still Money, cars, clothes, hoes
crackagator shoes wit da big bank roll
I'm da reason why niggas gotta get up and get it
dope man ice wit da shirt and da fitted
[Verse 3: Rich Boy]
I did it fo ma boyz in on street tryna eat (tryna eat)
dem boyz in dis game tryna make it err week (err week)
street team makin money wit da team (wit da team)
serve it to da dope beam fo da tripple beam
stay up on your grind get your money den shine
Is alotta drug deala doin hard time
I dedicated to ma boyz dat dey still in
And to ma niggaz dat would neva see da street again
[Hook: Rich Boy]
(D-boy...)
who da nigga rollin thru da hood errr body wanna see (D-boy...)
who da nigga in da hood all da yung one wanna be (D-boy...)
who da fine ass hoe wanna fuck who dey wanna suck (D-boy...)
I remember when I met'cha I was only sixteen
Who would ever thought that me and you would get this cream?
We took a lot of trips together, you stayed down
Remember when we start hoppin' on that Greyhound?
She say she like to play hide and seek in the ride
And sure I'll open up the trunk and hide her inside
She say she think I'm cheatin' wit' a girl named Jane
You ain't just my babay, bitch, you my everythang
I was broke but you maintained better
As long as me and you together we can get this cheddar
Whatever, her name white Sally
I met her through my homeboy Rico out in Cali
I thank Reagan for the haters when ya got hard
Ya bought me jewels, gator shoes and some big cars
Yeah you took me out the hood gave me good thangs
Now we on a private plane eatin' chicken wangs
(And I love you) You the reason why I ride good
You the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good
(And I love you) You the reason why these hoes choose
You the reason why a nigga sprayed candy on my old school
(And I love you) You the reason why I quarterback
Took a nigga out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac
That's why I get it how I live boy
'Cause you took me from a young broke nigga to a rich boy
And I love you babay, mwah, hugs and kisses
Fuck them niggas and fuck them bitches
Been in this game since 1998
Nigga take the safety and shit but I'm great
Maybe it's fate destiny, you tell me
Damn near ten and that shit been free
But I'm P.T. so I gots to cruise nigga
Really ain't shit to prove to y'all niggas
All the cars, all the clothes
Wit' all the stars, and all the hoes
First class flights a nigga live in the lights
But see you in the dark, this stuff is kinda hard
See where I park, valet costs a note
Drop another fifty just to check my coat
Probably leave wit' yo' chick, know how I do
It's Pastor Disaster baby, I love you
Took me from a gun totin' nigga to a Big Boi
Too legit to slip now I got papers on my shit boi
And not just my weapons I'm talkin' 'bout titles and deeds
You payin' rent you can't afford and can't break out of ya lease
I'm out of ya league, I might as well be Ivy
All over ya ass like injections in a stripper's hiney
Rhyming is a skill that requires timing
Like dual ejaculation while my lady's riding
I'm 'bout to cum (I'm 'bout to cum) at the same time
You satisfied? (I'm satisfied) that's how I slang mine
A generation came up under my style
From penetration of the nation when I was just a child
Now, who's really in the critics talk 'bout me
Andre 3000 and three mo' niggas that's really fie
Let me break it down, I get fly at that mouth
I, stay fresh to the hosiery we 'posed to be
Them niggas from the south so
One to the two the three the fo'
(feat. Bobby Valentino)
Hook:
And I love you, baby
The way you walking (so sexy)
The way you're talking (so sexy)
So girl, won't you come to my table tonight
And sit right next to me?
And girl, I gotta let you know
So fly from head to toe
And it's not just about the body
It's something about you, girl!
I can help a girl, I gotta get you contact
Take you out of town, show you what the fun is
Sea food, summer time blowing with the wind
See, we're about to do it big, and then again
Every time ...even when I'm watching
Everything you do be sex and problems
From head to toe, baby you're top notch
We can take a round trip to the new spa
From the club, to the crib, to the apple
Fucking with a nigga like me, you need a passport
Take the seat, let's eat, taste the good life
Where she wanna go? Book another flight!
Fast... resorts and Panamera Porsche
Villains and ... bugaloos and...
You know you're bad, the model type
Now order what you want, I know you want a bottle like
Hook:
The way you walking (so sexy)
The way you're talking (so sexy)
And sit right next to me?
And girl, I gotta let you know
So fly from head to toe
And it's not just about the body
It's something about you, girl!
She classy, we're still getting nasty when the bed time
I'm surprised that body ain't making headlines
Play with it till it's wet, get it right!
Call me up, and let me confiscate it for tonight!
One scoop, two scoop, wanna come and see
She ain't swallow for you, but done it for me
Give her what she like, no wet drinks and .beers
Smart bad bitch for some ... skills
In them high heels with the pink lip-gloss
Cruising with the top, I fuck with the.
Baby, now we're pouring champagne
Yeah, balling shit up in my late night
I little. nigga, did you find this?
You'll be making... for stop when you won't pass
Yeah, let me know what time to get with you
Let a lil niga come and do it big!
Hook:(x2)
The way you walking (so sexy)
The way you're talking (so sexy)
So girl, won't you come to my table tonight
And sit right next to me?
And girl, I gotta let you know
So fly from head to toe
And it's not just about the body
Aight,
Got a little service announcement,
If yo chain hang low,
Then you a certified stunta,
A certified boss,
Yung jock jibbs,
Drop dat,
Bistooooooo
Do yo chain hang low
Do it wobble to the flo
Do it shine in the light
Is it platinum is it gold
Could ya thro it ova yo shoulda
If ya hot it make ya cold
Do yo chain hang low
If the chain dont hang low hot it aint mine
You can call it MJ, cuz it got hang time
Friuty pebbles round my neck yea
Blue and yella diamonds
Like i robbed roger rabbit fo these karrots,i aint lyin
Gucci linkin got em blinkin V S 1 twinkle twinkin
Draped up dripped out hose seein flipped back
What day call a chunk of change
equal to a trunk full of cain
Theres no need to ask who i be
At the end of my chain thats my name
Do yo chain hang low
Do it wobble to the flo
Do it shine in the light
Is it platinum is it gold
Could ya thro it ova yo shoulda
If ya hot it make ya cold
Do yo chain hang low
My chain so long it could stretch from here to hong kong
My dog name dolla got a yella diamond colla on
All the murals diamond double row from tokyo
If u want the same chain i gotta add 40 mo
Another row, make it glo, colors likle a rainbow (bling)
Luda alabama all my ballas let yo chain so
Kiwi green diamond, sittin nasty all my biggarow,
Drop a couple hundred grand ballin in da jewlery sto
Now ya kno, how dez diamonds got these groupie fallin, nah
Fake ballaz need to set yo mah fo put yo money, ah
Look here boy i aint stupid i kno they cubin,
I knew it
But dyin here, that aint how we do,
Ok, i breeze by ya 26's on the tires sittin higher than ya eva sat befo,
Chain hangin low,
Yea u you can tell im gettin bucks
Where months bathin late
Plus i got king kong in my truck
Im a gorrilla pimpin
All up on my scrilla pimpin
A beatsa with the flo
Bout ta make a million pimpin
And like guchi man ma chain so icy
No chick no wife but oh i think they like me
Why cuz im on t.v. with these multi colored diamonds
Top 10 on the charts
And ya kno we still climbin
Im'a stl boss hatas kno im still shinin
Ay jibbs we got a hit
Bring the hook im thru rhymin
Do yo chain hang low
Do it wobble to the flo
Do it shine in the light
Is it platinum is it gold
Could ya thro it ova yo shoulda
If ya hot it make ya cold
Do yo chain hang low
Look, im the sh*t
As you walk around with pampers on me
Caked up, as you walk around with candles on me
Plazma screen ear rings, no channels on em
Them ni**az hittin like nailz with hammaz on em
And ma bi*ches always actin like the camraz on em
Ice grill hundred thousand dolla gramma on em
And if u plavin we gon put pajamaz on em
Cuz i will put em to sleep nyquil
I feel.........
Ma chain tough i kno push
Thro up a leva
I kno its hard
I kno im raw
Im well respceted, like a bear claw
Dem diamonds clear, like smirnoff
Dem diamonds big, like dan deirdoff
Sure im a weirdo, but got alot of gwap,
Ma jurys nsync, see how dey came thru
Sittin on dem thangz, dats
Higher den ma age
And a big kid gon do mo numbaz den yella pages
Yea i spit the heat
So i can go on n' get yo chest warm
Cuz da kid been stackin green longer den grass fo em
My whole stroke is mean,
So by da time im 18
Im flowin sicka den a muzlim who ate poke n' bean
And i got 2 flo
So dat means its double plush
Ma chain hang low den a rope thats made fo double dutch
Youngaz in the gang
Stick its chain
Den im rippin thangz
The charm just flippin thangz
Ma neck could hardly lift the thang
Most expensive chain
And still got change look at jock n' wayne
Rich in mind
Man im hot
Diamond key with a platinum lock!
Do yo chain hang low
Do it wobble to the flo
Do it shine in the light
Is it platinum is it gold
Could ya thro it ova yo shoulda
If ya hot it make ya cold
Yeah Ay,
Apoligizin to ya haters fogive me im sorry,
For disrepecting everybody en drivin ferrari's,
Ballas in pradas all the bitches be up in my parties,
The black Lecadi, but i still want a buy me a harley,
She always listen it, But Never Spit in it,
Im Buying Every car the haters say they wanna get,
I Hustle Hard and play my part because im on it,
I Treat My Whistle different colors see disposin it,
Im Takin Trips to Billy lookin cupas lookin Cute,
No Disrespect unless you tryna die and wanna shoot,
Im in My Audi wit my bitch in bubba louie Boots,
Im Doin This and makin mills in para cumba suits,
I hit a button dried the top and then i start stunts,
Im why that shawty rollin showin off the warm buns,
Them girls showin off, Do imagine what they Ball,
Im Bout To Put a million dall on ma momma house,
[Chorus (1x)]
Notice(know That)
Champagne what they pour us (pour us)
Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's)
Yeah im Rollin With them Shofas (Shofas)
All them Pretty Girls Notice (notice)
Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's)
Tell em haters that it's over (Over)
Tell em haters that it's over (Over)
C'mon Oh
Lets drop that Pink, LA, look where im Standin,
En Worry about a thing a day, you niggas sayin,
im grindin hard, i almost got my Black Cut,
I Need A tracka for the makers in my back yard,
I got her pregnat and i met her by the bathroom,
You still stand with you momma in yo last room,
I gotta cash room, A Bubble Bath Room,
The room so big up on my car dey look like cartoons,
The Girls up in da projects they love the trunk room,
Me and some supermodels sleepin up in cancun,
Them bitches know this, they wanna blow this,
Hocus pocus, pussys stand focused,
See how im Flexin, E-mailin Texans,
Im bringin checks and smoking in a red van,
Whoever nixon, i hope she checks in,
Pimpin and payin for that pussy bring the best in,
[Chorus]
Notice(know That)
Champagne what they pour us (pour us)
Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's)
Yeah im Rollin With them Shofas (Shofas)
All them Pretty Girls Notice (notice)
Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's)
Tell em haters that it's over (Over)
Tell em haters that it's over (Over)
C'mon Oh
Its super night,
Tell them niggas its super night,
Tell them niggas its super night,
Tell them niggas its super night,
Tell them niggas its super night,
Tell them niggas its super night,
In A Rover, Rover (say What)
Now its Over, (Over)
[Chorus]
Notice(know That)
Champagne what they pour us (pour us)
Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's)
Yeah im Rollin With them Shofas (Shofas)
All them Pretty Girls Notice (notice)
Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's)
Tell em haters that it's over (Over)
Tell em haters that it's over (Over)
Yo niggas gon learn f**k a f**kin d boi squad f**k a f**kin rich boi this is tha gad darn conciter you niggers and all you niggers gotta do is pick this mutha f**kin cotton. Squad.
Ey, im in that phantom askin for that grey pupone look at my arm bitch u see tha charm bitch sweet home alabama yea i love a i still tryda hugger even tho she aint my color now im f**kin wit that butta im tha head chief i would front cha home boi but aint nuttin left its mo to it then that mutha f**kin bling see i got enough heart to march with martin luther king i got them killas right by me and we can have a party if u niggas wanna try me suprise i even got some fire works fo ya pop the trunk get the gift side let me show ya niggas treat that coke like a joke them cokaine sentence like a murder up in coke pinky ring like a buncha snow flakes yea i put that weight down now its real estate boi
Chorus
Tell me whatcha no about me boi thats me ima mutha f**kin d boi
Tell me whatcha no about me boi thats me ima mutha f**kin d boi
yea south go d boi yea south go d boi yea south go d boi yea south go d boi
if it aint the truth then my nigga dont write it 9 years from today my uncle main got indited i thank god for the hard times wanna suffer he protect me like amoda nigga now im tuffa cant forget aboutcha poo but i still see ya im at the grave yard every day i cant leave ya i feel ya soul when im write'n wit tha pen f**k what them niggas sayin u my brother till then (nigga) save a spot from the tear god im comin niggas killa for that money but they leave here with nothin if its a game motha f**ker im a win it as far as im concerned aint no competition in it call me the gritty green cause i want alot now im buyin mama better thangs then what she got so bringa getcha shit we gotta new house congratulations cause your son made a million wit is mouf
Chorus 2x
Lost Girls (Feat. Rock City Lyrics, Keri)
Rich Boy
Rich Boy and Polow Da Don
It's the way that we go
I wanna see you
hey ya
This is for the ladies, all the sexy ladies
Get up stand up for your life
I said stand up for your life young girl
Get up stand up for your life
Get up stand up for your life
Even darkness comes to light
I said young girl
Even darkness comes to light young girl
I said Get up stand up for your life
I said young girl
Get up stand up for your life
Get up stand up for your life young girl
Even darkness comes to light
He said Even darkness comes to light
Young girl
Young girl
Young girl
Young girl
It was a girl named Shanda
Drove a Honda
Stayed talking back and get smart with her mama
The real grown type
She was always right
Couldn't get along with Pops cause they stayed in a fight
If it ain't skipping school going out with grown men
Better your man named Sam with a white Benz
He used to take her out and buy Shanda the world
And even told Shanda
You my only girl
One night it was late, they kissing and hugging
Next thing you know they kissing and loving
Two days go by and Sam ain't showed up
Now Shanda on the bathroom floor sick throwing up
Mamma found out and had Sam arrested
Now Shanda at the doctor's cause she wanna get tested
When the results came back it was positive
That's the thing about life; you learn and you live
Get up stand up for your life
I said young girl
Get up stand up for your life
Get up stand up for your life
Even darkness comes to light
I said young girl
Even darkness comes to light young girl
Get up yourself
Get a man who
.
Even though sometimes you may be lost girl
Don't worry about.this is your world, your world
Get a man who
.
Even though sometimes you may be lost girl
Don't worry about.this is your world, your world
It was a girl named Courtney
She was fine as hell
She was looking for a man with a lotta mail
She had big dreams about the real good life
And everything she wanted had a real high price
Like Dolce Gabbana, Gucci and Prada
So if you ain't spend big Courtney ain't holler
She all about the dollar, but let's go way back
When Courtney was going with this hard working cat
A drug dealer came along and
Next thing you know she was taking it right
We part of the reason why she at where she at
Now her ex-man got a million dollar car jack
His pockets are fed but Courtney is still broke
Cause her old man got caught with a lil dope
She stuck with two kids and no child support
I did it for girls taking life for a joke
Get up stand up for your life
I said young girl
Get up stand up for your life
Get up stand up for your life
Even darkness comes to light
I said young girl
Even darkness comes to light young girl
I said Get up stand up for your life young girl
Get up stand up for your life
I said young girl
Get up stand up for your life
Get up stand up for your life young girl
Even darkness comes to light
He said Even darkness comes to light
Young girl
Young girl
Young girl
[Hook]
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
You want the whole truth, but the truth is I can tell it out
Pimping, I'm a boss, now watch it make a penny fall
Shit too real, but that gwap won't stop that when it's deal
Chasing deal, fucking hoes out in beverly hills
Pimping with the same game, that split the red sea
Pimping to the dirty green, my bitches pad missing fees
Cadillac's a grand prix, bumper coming down
I count paper, fuck niggas be talking out
Dollar bills get tossed up in the air just for the thrill
My compas feel, with so much service like a arse spill
I gotta get it, the game I play about the digits
You think I'm trickin paying for pussy, you can forget it!
[Hook]
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
First than foremost, I'm a motherfucking man
I ain't dealing with no hoolies, she got motherfucking stacks
While she work I keep that, what you motherfucking thank
Free the ...bubble cars, and the henny not a thang
When it come to the hoes, man the kid got a lane
Ain't no bitch I can't scope, feel like lebronn james
I go hard on the slut, like a real ass nigga
She can hate my fuckin cous but she love my pimpin
Got my other hoe trippin, told my old caller
Lost a job last week bitch and I need more love
Born and fly hit the feet, that's how I ball up
She might be fine me on eyes, but all I see is dollas
[Hook]
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
Hows, I used to pull up on them hoes and that nigga kinda ...
With them gangster walls tucked behind them skirts
On that phantom, it's official pimping baby
This ain't no beginner, ain't no need to speak beats
Know you're fucking with a winner
She a loud wild, blowing on this dick at any moment
She ain't trippin, bust it open when I want it
She do it high like when I'm grippin on that waist line
Slammin dick up in her, like I shook her took her baseline
Light it up, poured up, bossed up, fuck with us gonn cost us
Go so hard, fuck around and cause up
Real pimping, anythang else is absurd
Tricks smell it, I retell it, call me young iceberg
[Hook]
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
Hey, Rich Boy, Lil' Jon
There's a lotta motherfuckin' bad bitches in this motherfucker
I think I'ma walk over to one of them motherfuckers and tell 'em this
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, girl?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
I can 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 poppin', rollin', drinkin', smokin'
Puffin', passin', now we're chokin'
The paparazzi, 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 28's be sittin' high
The lows, the mids, the highs, the tweeters
Bangin' hard, you hear my speakers
The trunk be knockin'
The bitches strippin', leanin', rockin'
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, girl?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
I can picture you naked in the back of my Bentley
We ball, we shine, we all be grindin'
My chain, my ring, you see them diamonds
We leanin', sippin', drankin', pourin'
Promethazine that purple ocean
So what it do? Ya know ya boy
Ya know I gotta keep that toy
So pass the K, I make 'em feel me
These niggas hatin', 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? Yeah, show me
Some hoes wanna blow me but they don't even know me
My jewelry sick, it's so contagious
You see my wrist, this shit outrageous
Monte Carlos and Impalas
Money, rubber bands and dollars
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, girl?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
We were meant to be naked
Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey
R.I.P. Pooh Bear, that's my dead homie
Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread homie
Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta
They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama
Martin Lee Anderson, he ain't even have a chance
They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance
That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?
And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds
If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
See that ice, the dope man paradise
Boy better think twice, that dope have you doin' life
They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next?
They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks
Hey, money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
Naw I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper
Yeah when you look at us just think about it, we don't own nothin'..
If we get money, we got a lil' few dollars, but our whole family tore up nigga
you gettin' money for the people in ya family that ain't got nothin'..
When it's all said and done, what do you own? You don't own nothin', you
don't own you... The nigga playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey, he can't
even be in a commercial wit' his name on the back, so when it's really all
said and done, what did you do this for? What difference did you make?
You see how the world changin'? Yeah, they look so dumb ain't it?
Wish they just kill 'em all so now the Middle East they bangin'
Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit
So know how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school wit'
Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
Them young niggas got pistol grips, they been about they killin' shit
But they all some hypocrites, haters they won't let me be
When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me
Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home
They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong
Now we convicted felons, because they caught us sellin'
And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin'
I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
I need another chance, I wanna meet that man
Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
No I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paper
Yeah! Surprise niggas! Hey we ?? nigga! Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin'
money... Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no muthafuckin' money nigga! I got
millions nigga and I'm still broke nigga 'cause that ain't no mutafuckin' money!
Y'all playin' right into these muthafuckin' hands... Risk ya life
everyday for some bullshit! Huh nigga? What yo' bank account say nigga?
Oh that's all? Haha!
They shippin' them boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
It's soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back
Niggas this the battlefield, fake niggas scream keep it real
Yeah yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills
Hey nigga times harder, so we grind harder
We takin' chances wit' that coke comin' 'cross that water
Tryin' to get up out this ghetto life ain't gotta be this way
Them pigs they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterday
I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes
And now I'm beggin' Lord that you don't let me down this time
Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
No I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper
Our Father who art in Heaven, Please Lord forgive me for that crack
sellin'... Thou kingdom come, thou will be done, these niggas dumb
Yeah nigga gave my brother ten years nigga... what the
fuck you s'posed to do wit' that nigga they gave my uncle twenty years nigga..
matter fact they gave my cousin life nigga... I can tell ya how I feel nigga
be on that muthafuckin' stand nigga lookin' the muthafuckin' judge in they
face nigga... and he gon' tell you some stupid shit like "life" nigga..
They sendin' y'all niggas on vacation nigga 'cross the nation nigga, y'all
niggas caught up in the muthafuckin' hype nigga... Sellin' that white
nigga... I been there, done that nigga Nigga I'm from Mobile nigga they call that
bitch ?? city nigga, you bring yo' black ass there nigga, you ain't gon' make it
nigga... You guaranteed to go to muhfuckin' prison bein' black where I'm from
nigga I come from the mutafuckin' impossible nigga Now y'all niggas gotta
deal wit' me nigga I'm here! Zone 4 new muthafuckin' money nigga D Boy Squad..
Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey
R.I.P. Pooh Bear, that's my dead homie
Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread homie
Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta
They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama
Martin Lee Anderson, he ain't even have a chance
They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance
That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?
And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds
If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
See that ice, the dope man paradise
Boy better think twice, that dope have you doin' life
They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next?
They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks
Hey, money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
Naw I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper
Yeah when you look at us just think about it, we don't own nothin'..
If we get money, we got a lil' few dollars, but our whole family tore up nigga
you gettin' money for the people in ya family that ain't got nothin'..
When it's all said and done, what do you own? You don't own nothin', you
don't own you... The nigga playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey, he can't
even be in a commercial wit' his name on the back, so when it's really all
said and done, what did you do this for? What difference did you make?
You see how the world changin'? Yeah, they look so dumb ain't it?
Wish they just kill 'em all so now the Middle East they bangin'
Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit
So know how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school wit'
Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
Them young niggas got pistol grips, they been about they killin' shit
But they all some hypocrites, haters they won't let me be
When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me
Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home
They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong
Now we convicted felons, because they caught us sellin'
And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin'
I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
I need another chance, I wanna meet that man
Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
No I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paper
Yeah! Surprise niggas! Hey we ?? nigga! Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin'
money... Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no muthafuckin' money nigga! I got
millions nigga and I'm still broke nigga 'cause that ain't no mutafuckin' money!
Y'all playin' right into these muthafuckin' hands... Risk ya life
everyday for some bullshit! Huh nigga? What yo' bank account say nigga?
Oh that's all? Haha!
They shippin' them boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
It's soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back
Niggas this the battlefield, fake niggas scream keep it real
Yeah yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills
Hey nigga times harder, so we grind harder
We takin' chances wit' that coke comin' 'cross that water
Tryin' to get up out this ghetto life ain't gotta be this way
Them pigs they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterday
I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes
And now I'm beggin' Lord that you don't let me down this time
Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
No I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper
Our Father who art in Heaven, Please Lord forgive me for that crack
sellin'... Thou kingdom come, thou will be done, these niggas dumb
Yeah nigga gave my brother ten years nigga... what the
fuck you s'posed to do wit' that nigga they gave my uncle twenty years nigga..
matter fact they gave my cousin life nigga... I can tell ya how I feel nigga
be on that muthafuckin' stand nigga lookin' the muthafuckin' judge in they
face nigga... and he gon' tell you some stupid shit like "life" nigga..
They sendin' y'all niggas on vacation nigga 'cross the nation nigga, y'all
niggas caught up in the muthafuckin' hype nigga... Sellin' that white
nigga... I been there, done that nigga Nigga I'm from Mobile nigga they call that
bitch ?? city nigga, you bring yo' black ass there nigga, you ain't gon' make it
nigga... You guaranteed to go to muhfuckin' prison bein' black where I'm from
nigga I come from the mutafuckin' impossible nigga Now y'all niggas gotta
deal wit' me nigga I'm here! Zone 4 new muthafuckin' money nigga D Boy Squad..
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