(feat. Cutty, Sean Paul)    [Lil' Jon]  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    [Chorus - Sean Paul & Cutty]  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)    [Verse 1 - Rich Boy]  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'    [Chorus 2 - Sean Paul & (Cutty)]  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)    [Verse 2 - Rich Boy]  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    [Chorus 3 - Sean Paul & Cutty]  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)