Rich Boy Album

You Niggas Gon Learn Buck A Buckin D-Boy Squad Buck A Buckin Rich Boy

[Verse 1:]
Im In That Phantom, Askin For That Grey Poupon, Look At My Arm Bitch, Ya See Da Charm Bitch.
Sweet Home Albama Yeah I Love Her I Still Try Ta Hug Her Even Though She Aint My Color.
Yeah Im Fucking Wit That-Home Boy But Aint Nothin Left -
See I Got Enough Heart To March Wit Martin Luther King,
Got Them Killers Right By Me And We Can Have A Party If Ya Niggas Wanna Try Me, Suprise, We Got Some Fireworks For Ya, Pop The Trunk Get The Gift Inside Lemme Show Ya, Niggas Treat That Coke Like A Joke A Cocane Citys Like A Murder Up In Copelnd, Pick Ya Brain Like A Buncha Snow Flakes, Yeah I Put That Weight Down Now Its Real Estate

[HOOK:]
Tell Me Watcha Know Bout Me Boy, Dats Me Ima Mothafuckin D-Boy. Tell Me Watcha Know Bout Me Boy, Dats Me Ima Mothafuckin D-Boy. Yeah, So, Go D-Boy, Yeah, So, Go D-Boy, Yeah, So, Go D-Boy, Yeah, So, Go D-Boy

[Verse 2:]
If It Aint The Truth Me And My Nigga Dont Write It, 9 Years from the day My Uncle Man Got Indicted, i thank god for the hard times when i suffer, he protect me like a mother nigga now im tuffer, cant forget about you prof i still see ya, im at the graveyard everyday i cant leave ya, i feel your soul when im writing with the pen, fuck what them niggas say you my brother till the end, nigga save a spot for me tell god im coming, niggas killin fo that money but there leavin here with nothing, if it a game motherfucker ima win it as far as im concerned aint no competition in it, call me the gritty green cause im wanna lie, now my --- mommy better thank what she got fitnta get some shit just got a new house congratulations cause ya son made a million with his mouth

(feat. David Banner & Attitude)

Parents should go out and play with their kids...
Cause we ain't no damn role models

[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
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

[Chorus: (David Banner)]
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)

[Verse 2: Attitude]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Rich Boy]
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

[Bridge:]
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)
We ain't role models

[Chorus]

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!

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 1:]
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

[Chorus 2: x2]
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

[Verse 2:]
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

[Chorus 2: x2]

[Verse 3:]
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
Throw 'em up nigga gon' show 'em who ya wit'

[Chorus 2: x2]

(feat. Polow Da Don)

[Chorus:]
Rich Boy Sellin' Crack Dope Niggas Wanna Jack Shit Tight No Slack Just Bought
A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Da Bitch!!)Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's
On Dat Bitch!!)Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!)

[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
Rich Boy Sellin Crack Dope Niggas Wanna Jack Shit Tight No Slack Just Bought A
Cadillac Took It To Da Chop Shop Got Da Damn Top Dropped Two Colored Flipped Flopped
Candy Red Lolipop Deres Some Hoes In Da 'lot Still Got My Glock Hott
New Money Motha Fucka Don't You See Da Tail Light Don't You See Da Big Chain Don't
You Da Big Rims Wonda Who Dey Hatin' On Lately Baby Its Him Candy Paint, Gator Skin
Seats Call Me Dun Dee,Up In Yo 'hood Im Da Fucka Dat You Wanna Be Niggas Wish
Dey Could Feel Da Wood In My H3 Ridin' Wit No Tint So Motha-Mothas No Its Me...

[Chorus:]
Rich Boy Sellin' Crack Dope Niggas Wanna Jack Shit Tight No Slack Just Bought
A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Da Bitch!!)Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's
On Dat Bitch!!)Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!)

[Verse 2: Polow Da Don]
Nigga I Neva Slip And Ya See I Neva Fall,Alot Of Hoes Give Me Dey Numba But See I Neva
Call O.G Style Look At A Nigga Ball,Baby Afta We Hit Da Club Imma Hit Dem Draws Yea
Imma Brek You Off And Baby That Should Be All Every Bitch Should Have A Picture Of My
Dick On Dey Wall Polow Be The Shit Zone 4 Be The Click Yea Dis Fa My Dawgs
Yea Gangsters, Hustlas,Wankstas,Bustas (Wait A Minute Muthaficka)

[Chorus:]
Rich Boy Sellin' Crack Dope Niggas Wanna Jack Shit Tight No Slack Just Bought
A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Da Bitch!!)Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's
On Dat Bitch!!)Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!)

[Verse 3: Rich Boy]
Hit The Block On Some New 10 Thousand Dolla Wheels. Kinda Strange How I Feel,
Toucha Gator On My Wheel Got Peanut Butter Icecream Petterpan Seats Just Gotta
Fresh Cut Now We Lookin For Them Freaks. Take Her Bacc Yella Bitch Make Her Dropp
Dem Dem Draws Show Her Howwa Nigga Ball,Middle Finga To Da Law So Fuck Dem
Niggas Tell Em' What Dey Wanna Do?Hatin On A Nigga Cus My Next Skate 22's. When
I Pull Up Imma Park Right At Da Front Pour Lean In My Cup Got Purp In My Blunt.
Imma Real Pimp Bitch Im Not Playin' Like A Trick Just Bought A New 'lac Bout To Put Dem
Thangs On Dat Bitch!!!!!

[Chorus:]
Rich Boy Sellin' Crack Dope Niggas Wanna Jack Shit Tight No Slack Just Bought
A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Da Bitch!!)Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's
On Dat Bitch!!)Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!)

(feat. Lil' Jon, Sean Paul of The YoungBloodz & Cutty)

[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 mids, the highs, 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'

[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 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

[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)

(feat. Polow Da Don & Keri Hilson)

Good Things Don't Last Forever Baby
Something Bout You Gurl That Drives Me Crazy
Ain't No Ifs And Buts Or Maybes
You'll Always Be My Friend

You Will Always Be
You Will Always Be
Say You'll Always Be
My Friend

She Want To Know What The Reason I'm Saying She Can Be My Friend
But Baby I'ma Player Ain't No Reason To Protend
By

Good Things Don't Last Forever Baby
Something Bout You Gurl That Drives Me Crazy
Ain't No Ifs, Ands, Buts Or Maybes
You'll Always Be My Friend

You Will Always Be
You Will Always Be
Say You'll Always Be
My Friend

Your The Only Gurl I Wanna See Daily
Not Alot Save Me But You Could Be My Lady
Lets Take It To Another Level You Remember
The First Day I Gotcha What You Want And
It Wasn't Even Your Birthday Nah Now
We Kick It To Hard You Went To Deep
Say You Feel It In Your Heart So
I'm Be Real Cause You Give Me What I Want
And I Ain't Gonna Tell You I Love You If I Don't
I Understand You Got A Man ?
But He Can't Even Understand How You Feel
But If You Stop Coming Around
And I Don't See You Again I Guess We Can
Just Be...Woooo

Good Things Don't Last Forever Baby
Something Bout You Gurl That Drives Me Crazy
Ain't No Ifs And Buts Or Maybes
You'll Always Be My Friend

You Will Always Be
You Will Always Be
Say You'll Always Be
My Friend

Now Ladies You All Know What I'm Talking About
See I Don't Want A Man That Will Be Dipping
In And Out Of My Life I Want Friend That Be
There Thick And Thin You Know What I'm Saying
Someone To Take It Back To The Eyes Level
I Want Somebody To Always Run Back To Me
And Trust I'll Always Be Here With *That Cool Thang*

If I Coudln't Walk Again Would You
Still Be There For Me If I Lost It All Today
Would Yea Care For Me Yea Would You Write Me
In The Bed Kinda Of Friend That Will Be There
Without The Benz ?
You Never Ask About The Money That You
Leant Me Nah You Look Good With Your
Body Your The Type Of Gurl That Money
Can't Buy Me

Good Things Don't Last Forever Baby
Something Bout You Gurl That Drives Me Crazy
Ain't No Ifs And Buts Or Maybes
You'll Always Be My Friend

You Will Always Be
You Will Always Be
Say You'll Always Be
My Friend

[No lyrics]

(Yeah Rich Boy man I'm pimpin' like that)

[Rich Boy:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 1:]
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
[gunshots]

[Chorus]

[verse 2:]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
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
Spend a couple chips, I break ya off a big tip

[Chorus]

All I do is get dat BYTCH!!

[Adlibs]
Yeah

[Chorus:]
On the regular
On the regular
All the tyme
On the regular
All I do is get dat BYTCH!!
On the regular
We get the finest smoke
On the regular
On the regualr
On the regular

[Verse 1:]
It's some part of me
Makes me lust ya
Makes me wanna touch ya
I tongue kiss where I fuck ya
Baby gurl Ooh (Tell'em how u look)
You are so beautiful (You look so good)
From head to toe wonderful
You man's incredible (Baby I gotta make you mine)
Get dat BYTCH!!

[Chorus:]
Well
You know how we do it
On the regular
I be gettin dis money
On the regular
All the tyme
On the regular
All I do is get dat BYTCH!!
On the regular
We get the finest smoke
On the regular
We be poppin these bottles
On the regular
We be shoppin and ballin
On the regular
I can take you where eva you wanna roll
Let's go

[Verse 2:]
A full tyme G wit dis ballin shyt
Thes otha niggas part time playin they skitz
I make ya feel good
While they make ya sick
From ya nails to ya hair to ya outfit
Cutie thick
You da shyt
Gurl I must admit
This Richboy baby
So the truth I spit (Yea)
It's official
Everythang I'm tellin ya
You won't neva see me buyin nuttin dats regular
Yea, Ay
I fell in luv wit ya look
The way dem lips move when you talk got me hooked
Ay, I can take you to the top of the world
Have ya body draped in diamonds and pearls
Make you my gurl c'mon
So we keep it on the hush (hush)
Can't fight the lust
I gotta touch (touch)
Ay, so if you really wanna roll
Hop in wit a playa
Let's go

[Chorus:]
You know how we do it
On the regular (on the regular)
I be gettin dis money
On the regular
All the tyme
On the regular
All I do is get dat BYTCH!!
On the regular
We get the finest smoke
On the regular (on the regular)
We be poppin these bottles
On the regular(on the regular)
We be shoppin and ballin
On the regular
I can take you where eva you wanna roll let's go

[Verse 3:]
Ay, ay gurl
We can go where you wanna go
Fly out to Capedro
Everythang paid fo
Ay, get a room
At the love matage
Get a massage
Da boi do it large
Ay, so lady like
You my lady right
Do me right
Baby come on over
Spend the night
Ay, and we ain't gotta check out
So let's stay
It's a beautiful day
To fly away
Ay, do da G thang
In ya G-Strang
I don't even pay attention 2 da weddin rang
No
So ride wit me baby
Get high wit me baby
You can do it
Jus jive 4 me baby
Ay, on the regular
Dis how it feel 2 be rich
On the regular
I be fuckin ya bytch
On the regular
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ohhh

[Chorus:]
You know how we do it
On the regular
I be gettin dis money
On the regular
All the tyme
On the regular
All I do is get dat BYTCH!!
On the regular
We get the finest smoke
On the regular
We be poppin these bottles
On the regular
We be shoppin and ballin
On the regular
I can take you where eva you wanna roll
Let's go

(feat. Mark Twain)

La la la,
la la la,
la la la,
ooooooo

la la la,
la la la,
la la la

[Verse 1: Mark Twain]
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
[Rich Boy:]
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
[Rich Boy:]
Boy open up yo
mouth and tell me hoe this barrel taste

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 2: Rich Boy]
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
so god damn fresh and so fly

[Chorus]

Here I come

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 1:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 2:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 3:]
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

[Chorus:]
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...

...When niggas get to poppin

(feat. Big Boi & Pastor Troy)

[Verse 1: Rich 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

[Chorus:]
(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

[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Boi]
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'
Satisfied? (I'm satisfied) Then I'mma hit 'cha some mo'

[Chorus]

[No lyrics]

Ghetto Rich lyrics
(feat. John Legend)

[Polow Da Don]
Shit, we tryna get it for real... OH! Rich Boy! You niggas
better get focused... Get money muthafucka! Get money muthafucka!

[Verse 1 - Rich Boy]
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

[Chorus - John Legend]
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

[Verse 2 - Rich Boy]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Rich Boy]
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

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Polow da Don]
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
Shit

[John Legends ad-libs and music out]

[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]
[Brigde x2]

(feat. The Game)

[Intro: Polow Da Don & Rich Boy]
Throw D's 2 niggaz!! yall know yall missed dis (Zone 4)
Get Money!!(get money!!)New Money(new money!!!)
dis whatchu been waitin' on!!!!!!!!(hey!!!!!)

[Chorus x2: Rich Boy]
Rich Boy Sellin' Crack Fuck Niggas Wanna Jack Shit Tight No Slack
Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Da Bitch!!)
Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!)
Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!)

[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
Rich Boy Sellin Crack Fuck Niggas Wanna Jack Shit Tight No Slack
Just Bought A Cadillac
Took It To Da Chop Shop Got Da Damn Top Dropped
Two Colored Flipped Flopped Candy Red Lolipop
Deres Hoes In Da parking lot Still Got My Glock Hott
New Money Motha Fucka Don't You See Da Big Light
Don't You See Da Big Chain
Don't You Da Big Rims
Wonda Who Dey Hatin' On Lately Baby Its Him,
Candy Paint, Gator Skin Seats Call Me Dun Dee,
Up In Yo 'hood Im Da One Dat You Wanna Be
Hatas Wish Dey Could Feel Da Wood In My H3
Ridin' Wit No Tint So Mothafuckas No Its Me...

[Chorus x2: Rich Boy]
Rich Boy Sellin' Crack Fuck Niggas Wanna Jack Shit Tight No Slack
Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Da Bitch!!)
Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!)
Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!)

[Verse 2:The Game]
(ayy....its da Game,throw da d's 2 bitches!!!!!)all red Cheville,26's ridin' high
Dukes Of Hazzaed doorz in Compton we call em' Suicides
suade roofs, leather seats, woodgrain steerin' wheel
candy apple hardtop,Game logo on da grill
California licence plate, ridin' through da A.T.L
keep my tirez bald,i neva leave a paper trail
(naw) imma keep it klean,ball when i hit da scene
elbow out da window,show em' how ta gangsta lean
put Cali on da map,West Side on my back
home town on my face,4-5 on my lap
20 in my ear-lob 100 on my neck piece
just bought a Bentley(and imma throw some d's on da bitch!!!)
pull up at tha Ram Shop(throw some d's on dat bitch!!!)
might as well cutt da top, da sun shine in and da bass jump out
hit da block,15's vibratin' da whole fuckin' house

[Chorus x2: Rich Boy]
Rich Boy Sellin' Crack Fuck Niggas Wanna Jack Shit Tight No Slack
Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Da Bitch!!)
Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!)
Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!)