Lyrics:

Hey, hey
Rich Boy
Lil Jon
It's a lot of motherfuckers
Bad bitch motherfuckers
I think I'ma walk over to one of them 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?
Can I picture you naked in the back of my Chevy?
The cars, the clothes, the hoes, I know that
The booze, the coupe, that dro, we blow that
We poppin', rollin', jiggin', smokin'
Puffin' pants and now we chokin'
The paparazzi snap and shoot me
The Prada, the Louis, the Fendi and the Gucci
Them diamonds so big, she tell a nigga look, daddy
So jealous that they don't wanna look at me
Look at me, why you knockin'?
We ballin' and shoppin', them bottles poppin'
The rims, the paint, the ride so fly
The 20 inch be sittin' high
The lows, the mids, the highs, the tweakers
Bangin' hard, you hear my speakers
That trunk be knockin'
Them bitches drippin', 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?
Can I 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
Leanin', sippin', drankin', pourin'
Promethazine, that purple lotion
So what it do? You know your boy
You know I got to keep that toy
So pass that shit, I'll make 'em feel me
These niggas hate, they tryin' to kill me
The seats in the ride like peanut butter and jelly
The pedal to the floor, I'm bouncin' in the Chevy
Ooh, what it be like, baby? Yeah, show me
Some niggas wanna fuck 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, we were meant to be naked

Ayy, this pimpin' pimpin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Motherfuckin' Rich Rich, bitch
I'ma tell you like this
I'm a rich motherfucker
Cook me grits'll make me rich
Bitch, that's what's happenin', baby
I'ma tell you like this, baby
You motherfucker A, your man B
I'm motherfuckin' C
I'm on the other end, baby
We'll never be connected, baby
So you know what I'm sayin'?
Only thing we can do is fuck and keep motherfuckin' movin'
But regardless what the fuck I'm sayin', baby
Tonight, I'm fuckin' somethin'
Whether it be you or the next bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's goin' down once you hear this
This what it is, you know what I'm sayin'?
So get them motherfuckin' nuts in your mouth
Get to work, what it is
It'll never last forever