rich boy – throw some d’s lyrics
[intro:]
zone 4
get money
new money
it’s what you been waiting on
[chorus: x2]
rich boy sellin’ crack
f-ck n-gg-s wanna jack
sh-t tight no slack
just bought a cadillac (throw some d’s on that b-tch!)
just bought a cadillac (throw some d’s on that b-tch!)
just bought a cadillac
[verse 1 – rich boy:]
rich boy sellin’ crack f-ck n-gg-s wanna jack
sh-t tight no slack just bought a cadillac
took it to the chop shop
got the d-mn top dropped two colored flip flopped
candy red lollipop
there’s hoes in the parking lot
but i still got my glock c-cked
new money motherf-cker don’t you see the big knot
don’t you see the big chain
don’t you see the big rims
wonder who they hatin’ on lately
baby it’s him candy paint,
gator skin seats call me dun dee
pope in your hood i’m the one that you wanna be
haters wish they could feel the wood in my ’83
ridin’ with no tint so the motherf-ckers know it’s me
[chorus: x2]
rich boy sellin’ crack
f-ck n-gg-s wanna jack
sh-t tight no slack
just bought a cadillac (throw some d’s on that b-tch!)
just bought a cadillac (throw some d’s on that b-tch!)
just bought a cadillac
[verse 2 – polow da don:]
i never slip, i never fall,
a lot of hoes give me they numbers but i never call
a real og look at vip and see a n-gg- ball
then after we hit the club baby then i’m gonna hit them draws
i’m gonna break you off (and that’s all)
every freak should have a picture of my d-ck (on they wall)
polow be the sh-t, zone 4 be the click
yeah this for my dawgs
yeah gangsters, hustlers, w-nksters, busters
(wait a minute motherf-cker)
[chorus: x2]
rich boy sellin’ crack
f-ck n-gg-s wanna jack
sh-t tight no slack
just bought a cadillac (throw some d’s on that b-tch!)
just bought a cadillac (throw some d’s on that b-tch!)
just bought a cadillac
[verse 3 – rich boy:]
hit the block on some new 10 thousand dollar wheels
can’t explain how i feel,
toucha gator on my wheel
got peanut b-tter ice cream
petter pan seats just gotta
fresh cut
now we looking for them freaks
take a bad yella b-tch
make her drop them draws
imma show you how to ball
middle finger to the law so f-ck them
n-gg-s tell em’ what they wanna do?
hating on a player ’cause my ‘lac skated 22’s.
when i pull up imma park right at the front door lean
in my cup got purp in my blunt.
imma real pimp b-tch i ain’t playin’ like a trick
just bought a new ‘lac bout to put them
thangs on that b-tch!!!!!
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