What It Do Lyrics

Rich Boy
Rich Boy
What It Do
Intro
Lil John:

Hey, Hey, Rich boy, Rich Boy, Lil John
That's what I'm talkin bout,
There's a lotta m*********** bad b******
in this M***********, uh huh,
I think I'ma walk over to one of them m***********
N tell em this......

Chours:

What it do, what it do, what it be like,
can I get ya telephone number baby.
What it do, what it do, what it be like,
can I get ya telephone number girl.
What it do, what it do what it be like,
can I get ya telephone number baby.
What it do, what it be like,
I can picture you naked in da back my Chevy.

Verse 1 (Rich Boy)
The cars, the dough, the pillz we roll,
The gig is smokin puff n pass n now we're chokin.
The paparizzi snap n shoot me,
The Prada, the Louis, the Fendi, n the Gucci.
N diamonds so big she tell a nigga to look at it,
A nigga so jealous dat he on't edn wannuh look at meh.

A nigga look at me, why u knockin?
We ballin, we shoppin, we maul u bop in.
The rims, the paint, the ride's so fy,
The 28's be sittin high.
The nose, the vents, the eyes, the tweet-tuhs,
Banging hard you hear my speakers
(sound of beating ..."Buh" repeats 6 times)
The trunk be knockin,
The b****** strip n leanin rockin (yeah)

Chours:

What it do, what it do, what it be like,
can I get ya telephone number baby.
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What it do, what it do, what it be like,
can I get ya telephone number girl.
What it do, what it do what it be like,
can I get ya telephone number baby.
What it do, what it be like,
I can picture you naked in da back of my Bentley.

Verse 2 (Rich Boy)
We ball, we shine, we all be grindin,
My chain, my reign, you see dem diamonds.
We lean n sip n drank n pour,
Purmemphazine, da purple lotion.
So what it do, ya know ya boy,
You know I got tuh keep dat toy.
So pass dat K, I make em feel me.
Des niggas hatin tryin tuh kill me
(rah rah)

Sittin n ridin like peanut butter n jelly,
Da pedal to the floor.
A boss up in da Chevy,
Ooh, what it be like baby,
Yeah, show meh.
Some hoes wanna blow meh,
But dey don't edn know meh.
My jewlery sick it's so contagious,
You seen my rist, the s*** outrageous.
Mante Carlo's and Impala's,
money rubberbands n dollas.
(eh eh)

Chours:

What it do, what it do, what it be like,
can I get ya telephone number baby.
What it do, what it do, what it be like,
can I get ya telephone number girl.
What it do, what it do what it be like,
can I get ya telephone number baby.
What it do, what it be like,
We can pick u n bake u,
we were ment to be naked.