Role Models lyrics

[Intro: Rich Boy]
Parents should go out and play with their kids...
Cause we ain't no damn role models

[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
Right there in between Florida and Mississippi
Mobile Alabama this is Rich Boy city
And the bricks get flipped cause we close to the water
If ya ain't gettin' ya dope from me, n*gga ya oughta
I f*cked the mayor's daughter, he hate it when I call her
But I'm still ridin' 'round in that Beamer that he bought her
*phone rings* There she go now
But I'm busy gettin' money on the other side of town
So I ain't a f*ckin' john I'll split yo' wig
And I ain't got sh*t to do wit' yo' kids
Look, Rich Boy quit, doin' hardcore sh*t
Lil' n*gga, f*ck school, cop five mo' bricks

[Chorus: Rich Boy & David Banner]
I see you ballin', what's up
This is a motherf*ckin' stick up
(We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it)
I'll fall off at the club wit' the thang on my waist
Lay down the whole place
(We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it)
[Verse 2: Attitude]
Let me welcome you to my world, Chevy's and dirt roads
Cheap liquor, pimp n*ggas that work hoes
Big trucks, n*ggas gettin' they swerve on
Country n*ggas ain't slow, f*ck what you heard homes
Get a Swisher, lit it, switchin' on some killa sh*t
Poke out'cha chest, ball up ya fist buddy ya still a b*tch
My n*ggas ignorant, foolish bunch of belligerants
We hit the V.I.P. pullin' b*tches and spillin' sh*t
So if it seem like I'm buzzin' I'm sholliz
f*ckin' wit' my country cousin and them, from Mobile
'Bama bred backwood n*ggas we so trill
Let the foot watch me and lil Rich gettin' in hoes' ears
What it is? Damn right, we ain't a role model
Half-pints to half a gallon, we drank the whole bottle
That's why them hoes holla, they know I'm 'bout a dollar
And they might, get to ride Impala, only if they swallow

[Chorus: Rich Boy & David Banner]
I see you ballin', what's up
This is a motherf*ckin' stick up
(We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it)
I'll fall off at the club wit' the thang on my waist
Lay down the whole place
(We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it)
[Verse 3: Rich Boy]
I see the kids wanna rap like me
Cause ya see me wit' the b*tches livin' life on T.V
Around in my hood, boys fillin' graves up
n*ggas talkin' that sh*t, see the techs raise up
Hangin' wit' the convicts and my boy Attitude
I was f*ckin' plenty b*tches in the back of the school
Can't you tell motherf*cker I was raised by the streets
f*ck you studio gangstas, n*ggas reppin' on beats
My uncle doin' fed down in Talladega b*tch
It ain't sh*t you can tell me about Lil' Rich
You better take ya lil' kids to the pastor
Rich Boy ain't a role model for them bast*rds

[Bridge: Rich Boy]
We ain't role models (we be smokin')
We ain't role models (we be drankin')
We ain't role models (we be f*ckin' these hoes)
We ain't role models

[Chorus: Rich Boy & David Banner]
I see you ballin', what's up
This is a motherf*ckin' stick up
(We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it)
I'll fall off at the club wit' the thang on my waist
Lay down the whole place
(We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it)