text: Yeah
  I used to think about immature things
  You know, like, Do you love me? Do you want me?
  Are you gon call me like you said you would?
  Is this really your real phone number?
  Wait a minute motherfuckers
  Aint a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood
  See, mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty good
  But if you wanna try, sucker now then we can do it
  Ha-ha, sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it
  Sh-sh-sheep, count em for the rest of ya life
  Yeah, yeah your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like
  So-so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8
  He can die any second, how much longer its gon take?
  Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then?
  You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet
  Like the boys in blue when they come through with them boots
  And they kickin down the door and they dont care who they shoot
  But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do
  So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back
  But they comin from the back, so we run back to the front
  They say get down on ya knees, we say, What the fuck you want?
  They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo
  Than I wanna give em, but if I keep talkin they wont know
  That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter
  Slash plumber, cash runner and he fire on them computers, log out
  Fuck niggas wanna jack, shit tight
  No slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw— throw some Ds on that bitch
  Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw some Ds on that bitch
  Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw— throw—
  Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggas wanna jack, shit tight
  No slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw some Ds on that bitch
  Just bought a Cadillac, throw some Ds on that bitch
  Just bought a Cadillac
  Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boy
  Alabama bricks boy tryin to get them big toys
  Two-twelve motorin, tell Harry throw some Ds on that bitch
  Now Im gettin fly, couple Gs on the fit
  Im at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch
  I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch
  We at the strip club, we throw some Gs on that bitch cause we ballin
  We all outcasts, hot cars, we coppin cash
  Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass
  The car wash, my whips glowin, no tints, we fish bowlin
  No top, the piffs blowin, throw some Ds on that bitch
  And we go hard, Zone 4, d-boy squad
  We dont need the bars, koshers lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge
  We got a fetish coppin speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card
  They never thought that wed get large 
  Lunatics sittin fat, St. Louis on the map
  Sixty-nine wet black, I just got my Cutty back
  Throw some Ds on that ho, I just got my Cutty back
  Throw some Ds on that ho, I just got my Cutty back
  How could I slip, how could I fall
  When youre baby mama got my poster high up on her wall?
  And that aint all, she done gave me them drawers
  Im Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister I called
  Last time she asked me for some money, I was hell to the nah
  But now Im rich and she can get it
  See these Ds match my fitted, my paint is banana splitted
  Inside is totally ignant, outside is totally kitted
  To be specific its wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it
  That Buick Regal, done did it, my Monte Carlos terrific
  That El Dorado got switches, Tamika and them, I done hit it
  That twenty mill, I done spent it, that house on the hill, I live it
  And that diamond herringbone? 
  Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt
  Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten, what?
  Throw throw some ones on em Mo, I brought about ten, what?
  Throw throw some ones on em Mo, I brought about ten, what?
  Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggas wanna jack, shit tight
  No slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw— throw some Ds on that bitch
  Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw some Ds on that bitch
  Just bought a Cadillac , ayy
  Its Rich Boy, baby girl, Im a baller
  I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala
  I threw some Ds on that Lac and now its taller
  They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla
  Lets get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac
  Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black
  I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on
  Ho, dont even call my phone if you aint gonna give me dome
  So fuck you haters, Ill see you later
  Might see the gator in my Escalade, uh
  Mama told me, Put some Ds on it, son, you ridin wrong
  So I took them twenties off and put the monster wheels on
  Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggas wanna jack, shit tight
  No slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw— throw some Ds on that bitch
  Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw some Ds on that bitch
  Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw— throw—
  Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggas wanna jack, shit tight
  No slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw some Ds on that bitch
  Just bought a Cadillac, throw some Ds on that bitch
  Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw— throw—
  All red Chevrolet, twenty-sixes ridin high
  Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call em suicides
  Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel
  Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill
  California license plate ridin through the ATL
  Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail
  Nah, Ima keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene
  Elbow out the window, show em how to gangsta lean
  Put Cali on the map, west side on my back
  Hometown on my face, forty-five on my lap
  Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece
  Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and Ima throw some Ds on that bitch
  Pull up at the rim shop and throw some Ds on that bitch
  Might as well cut the top
  Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out
  Hit the block, fifteens vibratin the whole fuckin house
  Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggas wanna jack, shit tight
  No slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw— throw some Ds on that bitch
  Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw some Ds on that bitch
  Just bought a Cadillac