Rich Boy, Sean Paul, Cutty - What It Do lyrics
Sean Paul [Sean Paul Ryan Francis Henriques] Kingston, Jamaica 🇯🇲
[Rich Boy, Sean Paul, Cutty - What It Do lyrics]
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
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)
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 highs, the mids, 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'
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)
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
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)
(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
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)
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 highs, the mids, 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'
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)
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
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)