(feat. Attitude, David Banner)    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, nigga ya oughta  I fucked 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 fuckin' john I'll split yo' wig  And I ain't got shit to do wit' yo' kids  Look, Rich Boy quit, doin' hardcore shit  Lil' nigga, fuck school, cop five mo' bricks    [Chorus w/ (David Banner)]  I see you ballin', what's up  This is a motherfuckin' stick up  (We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it  We'll take yo' shit 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' shit and think nothin' about it  We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it)    [Verse 2 - Attitude]  Let me welcome you to my world, Chevy's and dirt roads  Cheap liquor, pimp niggas that work hoes  Big trucks, niggas gettin' they swerve on  Country niggas ain't slow, fuck what you heard homes  Get a Swisher, lit it, switchin' on some killa shit  Poke out'cha chest, ball up ya fist buddy ya still a bitch  My niggas ignorant, foolish bunch of belligerants  We hit the V.I.P. pullin' bitches and spillin' shit  So if it seem like I'm buzzin' I'm sholliz  Fuckin' wit' my country cousin and them, from Mobile  'Bama bred backwood niggas 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]    [Verse 3 - Rich Boy]  I see the kids wanna rap like me  'Cause ya see me wit' the bitches livin' life on T.V.  Around in my hood, boys fillin' graves up  Niggas talkin' that shit, see the techs raise up  Hangin' wit' the convicts and my boy Attitude  I was fuckin' plenty bitches in the back of the school  Can't you tell motherfucker I was raised by the streets  Fuck you studio gangstas, niggas reppin' on beats  My uncle doin' fed down in Talladega bitch  It ain't shit 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 bastards    [Bridge]  We ain't role models (we be smokin')  We ain't role models (we be drankin')  We ain't role models (we be fuckin' these hoes)  We ain't role models    [Chorus]