Throw Some D’s (Remix)
Rich Boy ft Andre 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly, Murphy Lee, & The Game

YEAH

“I used to think about immature things
You know like
Do you love me, Do you want me
Are you gunna call me like you said you would
Is this really your real phone number”

Wait A Minute ********

(Andre 300)
Ain't a hood ***** but a ***** from the hood
See momma stayed on me
So I turned out pretty good
But if you wanna try
Sucker now then we can do it
haha Sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it
Shh..Shh.. Sheep, count em for the rest of your life
Yea, yea, your partner got away but now he vegetable-like
So, so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8
He could die any second
How much longer its gon’ take
Gon’ get it over with
Oh what if you were in my loafers then
You might be the dope but I would it flush down the toilet
Like the boys in blue, when the come through with them boots
And they kickin down the door, and they don’t 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 coming from the back
So we run back to the front
They say get down on yo knees
We say what the ******** you want
They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo’
Then I wanna give em but if I keep talkin’ they wont know
That my cousin in the back
And we call him Roto-Rooterr slash plumber cash runner
And he fire on them computers log-out.....

(Chorus)
******** niggas wanna jack s**t tight no slack just bought a Cadillac
(Throw some D’s on that b***h)
just bought a Cadillac
(Throw some Throw some D’s on that b***h)
Just bought a Cadillac
(Throw Throw some)
Rich Boy sellin crack ******** niggas wanna jack s**t tight no slack
Just bought a Cadillac (Throw Throw some D’s on that b***h)
Just bought a Cadillac (Throw Throw some D’s on that b***h)
Just bought a Cadillac (Throw Throw some D’s on that b***h)

(Jim Jones)
Shout outs to Rich Boy
We all wanna be rich boy
Alabama bricks boy
Trying to get the big toys
2-12 motorin’
Tell Harry (Throw some D’s on that b***h)
Now I’m getting fly, Couple G’s on the fit
I’m at the jeweler now, Throw some freeze on a b***h
I gotta chest cold and I might sneeze on a b***h
We at the strip club, we throw some g’s on that b***h
Cause we BALLIN’
We all Outcasts, hot cars we copping cash
Chop shop to add the stash, Cop cars can kiss my a**
The car wash, my whips glowin’
No tints we fish bowlin
No top the piff blowin
(Throw some D’s on that b***h)
And we go hard, zone 4, d-1 squad
We don’t need the bar, closest lawyer baby
Just to beat the charge
We got a fetish coppin speedy cars
Charge it to my Visa card, they never thought that we’d get large

(Nelly and Murphy Lee hot potato)
Yo lunatic sittin fat, St. Louis on the map
’69 Wet Black I just got my Cutty back
Throw some d’s on that Ho ,I just got my Cutty back
Throw some d’s on that Ho, I just got my Cutty back
How could I slip, how could I fall
When Yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall
And that ain't all, she did give me dem draws
I’m Murphy Lee please tell your sexy little sister (I’ll call)
Last time she ask me for some money I was (Hell to the Naw)
But now I’m rich and she can get it
See these D’s match my fitted, My paint is Banana Splitted
Inside is totally ign'ant, Outside is totally kiddin’
To be pacific it's wicked, how them dirty boys get it
That Buick Regal (done did it)
My Montecarlo (‘s terrific)
That El Dorado (got switches)
Shamika an’ them (I done hit it)
That 20 mill (I done spent it)
That house on the hill (I live it man)
And that diamond herringbone
You know them niggas did it
Walk up in the strip club
Looking for a big butt
Shawty wanna get buck
[I bought about ten wha
Throw some ones on it Mo
I bought about ten wha?]
x2
(Chrous)

(Rich Boy)
Ay, its Rich Boy baby girl I’m a balla
I drop a hit then and had to go park my Impala
I threw some D’s on that ‘Lac and now it’s taller
They see them wheels on my Deville and so they holla
Wassup, lets get these dollas
I got the fat man Lac
took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black
Prime hold the jacob wit my toyko adidas on
Ho dont even call my phone If you aint gonna give me dome
So ******** you haters, ill see you later
My seats be gata in my Escalata
Momma told me put some D’s on it son you ridin wrong
So I took them 20s off and put them monster wheelie's on

(Chorus)

(The Game)
All Red Chevrolet, 26's ridin' high
Dukes of hazard doors, in Compton we call'em suicides
Suede roof, leather seats, wood grain steering wheel
Candy Apple hard top, Game logo on the grill
California license plate, riding through the ATL
Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail
Naw, I'ma 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, 45's on my lap
20 in my earlobe , hundred on my neck piece
Just Bought a Bentley and ***** I'ma
(Throw Some D’s on that b***h)
Pull up to at the rim Shop and
(Throw Some D’s on that b***h)
might as well cut the top
let the sun shine in and the bass jump out
hit the block ,15's vibratin' the whole ********' house

(Chorus)