What It Do

(albüm: Rich Boy - 2007)

[Lil' Jon]
Hey! Hey! Rich Boy... Lil' Jon (what's up Polow?)
It's a lot of motherfucking 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-ing, rolling, drinking, smoking
Puffing, passing now, we choking
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 balling and shopping them bottles popping
The rims, the paint, the ride, so fly
The twen-ty eights, be sit-ting high
The lows, the highs, the mids, the tweeters
Bang-ing hard, you hear, my speakers
(Boom boom boom boom) the trunk be knocking
The bit-ches strip-ping, lean-ing rocking

[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)

[Verse 2 Rich Boy]
We ball, we shine, we all, be grinding
My chain, my rang, you see, the diamonds
We leaning, sip-ping, dranking, pouring
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-ing, trying to kill me
The seats in the ride like peanut butter and jelly
The pedal to the flo', I'm bossing 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)