Rich Boy Lyrics: Throw Some D's Lyrics

Rich Boy - Throw Some D's

[Intro:]
Zone 4
Get money
New money
It's what you been waiting on

[Chorus: x2]
Rich Boy sellin' crack
Dope niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack
Just bought a cadilac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
Just bought a cadilac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)

[Verse 1 - Rich Boy:]
Rich Boy sellin' crack dope niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack just bought a cadilac
Took it to the chop shop
Candy red lollipop
Got da damn top dropped two colored flip flopped
Theres hoes in the parking lot
But I still got my glock hot
New money motha fucka don't you see the big light
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
Up in your hood i'm the one that you wanna be
Haters wish they could feel the wood in my H3
Ridin' with no tint so the mutha fuckas know it's me

[Chorus: x2]
Rich Boy sellin' crack
Dope niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack
Just bought a cadilac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
Just bought a cadilac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)

[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 O.G. look at V.I.P. and see a nigga 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 dick (on they wall)
Polow be the shit, zone 4 be the click
Yeah this for my dawgs
Yeah gangsters, hustlers, wanksters, busters
(Wait a minute motha fucka)

[Chorus: x2]
Rich Boy sellin' crack
Dope niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack
Just bought a cadilac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
Just bought a cadilac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)

[Verse 3 - Rich Boy:]
Hit the block on some new 10 thousand dollar wheels
Kinda strange how I feel,
Toucha gator on my wheel
Got peanut butter ice cream
Petter pan seats just gotta
Fresh cut
Now we lookin for them freaks
Take her back yella bitch
Make her drop dem draws
Imma show you how to ball
Middle finger to da law so fuck dem
Niggas tell em' what dey wanna do?
Hatin on a player 'cause my next skate 22's.
When I pull up imma park right at da front door lean
In my cup got purp in my blunt.
Imma real pimp bitch I aint playin' like a trick
Just bought a new 'Lac bout to put dem
Thangs on dat bitch!

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