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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Boy
Rich Boy
Vocals
André 3000
André 3000
Vocals
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Vocals
Murphy Lee
Murphy Lee
Vocals
The Game
The Game
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Composer
A. Benjamin
A. Benjamin
Composer
C. HAYES
C. HAYES
Composer
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Composer
Bobby DeBarge
Bobby DeBarge
Songwriter
Gregory G Williams
Gregory G Williams
Songwriter
Jamal Jones
Jamal Jones
Songwriter
Marece Richards
Marece Richards
Songwriter
Robert Louis Crawford
Robert Louis Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah I used to think about immature things You know, like, do you love me, do you want me? Are you gonna call me like you said you would? Is this really your real phone number? Wait a minute Ain't a hood - but a brother from the hood See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good But if you wanna try it, sucker, now then we can do it Haha, sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life Yeah, yeah, ya partner got away But now he is vegetable-like So-so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8 He can die any second, how much long it's gon' take? Gon' get it over with, oh what if you were in my loafers then You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots And they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back But they're comin' from the back, so we run back to the front They say get down on ya knees, we say: "What the fuck you want?" They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo' Then I wanna give 'em but if I keep talking they won't know That my cousin in the back, and we call him Root-Rooter Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fires on them computers Log out! All them haters wanna jack Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac Throw, throw some D's on that - Just bought a Cadillac Throw some, throw some D's on that - Just bought a Cadillac Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack Up tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac Throw, throw some D's on that - Just bought a Cadillac Throw some, throw some D's on that - Just bought a Cadillac Let's get it Shoutouts to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy Alabama Bricks Boy tryin' to get them big toys (hustlin') Two-twelve motorin' tell Harry "Throw some D's on that bitch" Now I'm getting fly couple G's on the fit I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on the - I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the - We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that - 'cause we're ballin' We all OutKasts, hot cars, we're coppin' cash Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my - The car wash my whips, glowin' no tints we fish bowlin' No top with the piff blowin' (Throw some D's on that -) And we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad We don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby, just to beat the charge We got a fetish coppin' speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card They never thought that we'd get large Lunatics sittin' fat (St. Louis on the map) Sixty-nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back) Throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back) Throw, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back) How could I slip? How could I fall? When yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall And that ain't all, she's done gave me them drawers I'm Murphy Lee, please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called) Last time she asked me for some money, I was (sent to the North) But now I'm rich, and she can get it see these D's match my fitted My paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant Outside is totally kitted To be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it That Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific) That El Dorado (got switches) Tamika and them (I'm done hit it) That twenty mill (I'm done spent it) That house on the hill (I live it, mayne) And that diamond herringbone, you know them - did it Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten, what? Throw-throw some ones on 'em Mo I brought about ten, what? Throw-throw some ones on 'em Mo I brought about ten, what? Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac Throw, throw some D's on that - Just bought a Cadillac Throw some, throw some D's on that - Just bought a Cadillac (Let's go!) It's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala I threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller They see the wheels on my De Ville, so they holla Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on Don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on So - you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye) Might see the gator, in my Escalator Mama told me put some D's on it, son, you ridin' wrong So I took them 20s off and put the monster wheels on Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac Throw, throw some D's on that - Just bought a Cadillac Throw some, throw some D's on that - Just bought a Cadillac Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac Throw, throw some D's on that - Just bought a Cadillac Throw some D's on that - (yo, we ride) Just bought a Cadillac All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin' high Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel Candy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill California license plate, ridin' through the ATL Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean Put Cali on the map, westside on my back Hometown on my face, - on my lap Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece Just bought a Bentley - and I'ma (throw some D's on that -) Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that -) Might as well cut the top Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out Hit the block 15's, vibratin' the whole fuckin' house Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac Throw, throw some D's on that - Just bought a Cadillac Throw some, throw some D's on that - Just bought a Cadillac
Writer(s): Robert Louis Jr. Crawford, Joseph Jones, Cornell Haynes, Andre Benjamin, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Jonathan H. Smith, Gregory G. Williams, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Robert Louis Debarge, Jamal F. Jones, Marece Benjamin Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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