Maurice Richards (born September 2, 1985 in Mobile, Alabama), better known … Read Full Bio ↴Maurice Richards (born September 2, 1985 in Mobile, Alabama), better known by his stage name Rich Boy, is an American rapper and producer signed to Zone 4 and Interscope Records. He is best known for his hit single Throw Some D's, which reached #6 on the Billboard 100. He released his self-titled debut album in 2007, and his second studio album, Buried Alive, is expected to be released sometime late 2010.

He dropped out of his studies of mechanical engineering at Tuskegee University in order to concentrate on music. With a few demo releases, he was noticed by producer Polow da Don. Rich Boy then signed a contract with Zone 4 through Interscope Records in 2006 and started to work on his debut album. In the meantime, he made guest appearances on one of Ludacris' Disturbing tha Peace compilations and on a few mix tapes, such as Comeback Season by Canadian rapper Drake and Da Bottom, Vol. 5 by DJ Ideal and Jermaine Dupri. On March 13, 2007, Rich Boy released his self-titled debut album and with the success of his hit singles "Throw Some D's," "Boy Looka Here," "Good Things," and "Let's Get This Paper," the album went on to be certified Gold by the RIAA.

His second album will be entitled 5 Million. He said in an interview with djbooth.net that the first single will be released in the summer and indeed, the title will be 5 Million. However, the album title was recently reported as being changed to Buried Alive.

What It Do
Rich Boy Lyrics

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Hey, Rich Boy, Lil' Jon
There's a lotta motherfuckin' bad bitches in this motherfucker
I think I'ma walk over to one of them motherfuckers and tell 'em this

What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, girl?

What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
I can 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 poppin', rollin', drinkin', smokin'
Puffin', passin', now we're chokin'

The paparazzi, 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 28's be sittin' high

The lows, the mids, the highs, the tweeters
Bangin' hard, you hear my speakers
The trunk be knockin'
The bitches strippin', leanin', rockin'

What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, girl?

What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
I can picture you naked in the back of my Bentley

We ball, we shine, we all be grindin'
My chain, my ring, you see them diamonds
We leanin', sippin', drankin', pourin'
Promethazine that purple ocean

So what it do? Ya know ya boy
Ya know I gotta keep that toy
So pass the K, I make 'em feel me
These niggas hatin', 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? Yeah, show me
Some hoes wanna blow me but they don't even know me

My jewelry sick, it's so contagious
You see my wrist, this shit outrageous
Monte Carlos and Impalas
Money, rubber bands and dollars

What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, girl?

What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?

We were meant to be naked
We were meant to be naked

Overall Meaning

The song "What It Do" by Rich Boy featuring Lil Jon is a classic example of southern hip-hop. The song is a braggadocious display of luxury, materialism, and the pursuit of women. The lyrics are repetitive, with Rich Boy and Lil Jon repeating the hook several times, asking women for their phone numbers and picturing them naked in their cars. The song is essentially a party anthem with a catchy hook that is meant to be played in clubs.

The song's lyrics are straightforward, but they paint a vivid picture of the world of southern hip-hop. Rich Boy and Lil Jon mention various luxury brands, including Prada, Louis Vuitton, Fendi, and Gucci. They also talk about expensive cars, including Chevys and Bentleys. The song's hook is catchy and easy to remember, making it a crowd-pleaser.

The song is a perfect example of southern hip-hop's fixation on materialism, luxury, and women. It also shows Lil Jon's influence on rap music in the mid-2000s. Lil Jon was one of the pioneers of the crunk subgenre of hip-hop, and his trademark production style is present in "What It Do."

Line by Line Meaning

Hey, Rich Boy, Lil' Jon
Rich Boy and Lil' Jon are being addressed

There's a lotta motherfuckin' bad bitches in this motherfucker
There are many attractive women in the place

I think I'ma walk over to one of them motherfuckers and tell 'em this
I am planning to approach one of them and say the following

What it do? What it be like?
How are you? What is going on with you?

Can I get your telephone number, baby?
Can I have your phone number?

I can picture you naked in the back of my Chevy
I can imagine you being undressed in the back of my Chevrolet car

That purp, that kush, that dro, we blow that
We smoke marijuana

We poppin', rollin', drinkin', smokin'
We are consuming drugs and alcohol

Puffin', passin', now we're chokin'
We are smoking and coughing

The paparazzi, snap and shoot me
The photographers are taking pictures of me

The Prada, the Louis, the Fendi and the Gucci
These are designer brands

The diamonds so big, she tell a nigga, "Look daddy"
The diamonds are large enough to catch attention

A nigga so jealous that he don't wanna look at me
Some people are envious of me

Nigga, look at me, why ya knockin'?
Why are you criticizing me?

We ballin' and shoppin', them bottles poppin'
We are having fun, buying expensive things, and opening bottles of drinks

The rims, the paint, the ride so fly
The wheels, the car's paint, and the vehicle are impressive

The lows, the mids, the highs, the tweeters
These are sound-related terms of the music system in the car

Bangin' hard, you hear my speakers
The music is playing loudly and impressively

The trunk be knockin'
The bass in the music is strong

The bitches strippin', leanin', rockin'
The women are dancing and moving sensually

We were meant to be naked
We are supposed to be intimate and undressed

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ABEEKU M. RIBEIRO, JONATHAN H. SMITH, LA MARQUIS JEFFERSON, MARECE BENJAMIN RICHARDS

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