[ad lib]

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

You think them niggaz is hot

Well shawty look what I got

(nigga look what I got)

You think I'm lying nigga

Look what I got

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Shawty look what I got

Ay, pimpin look what I got

Look what I got

My nigga look what I got



[Verse One]

Big wheels still spin when I stop

Presidential roll, gold rolex watch

With no rocks

I save them for the pinky

Keep you niggaz blinkin'

He ain't wearin' platinum, Naw

But I keep you niggaz thinking

Mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin'

Swear he ain't slangin'

But I know that nigga creepin'

Got a condo, in Orlando

For the weekend

Homes be so crunk in the club

We gotta sneak in

No more room in the V.I.P

They payin' just to peek in

When they leave

They be lookin in a car

They can't even see in

And that's just the

Be-gin-ning

In the city that he in

He was rappin' in the cafeteria

But now that nigga serious

Heard he got a CL, a EXT on Spreewells

Several Chevy's on 24's

(Hold up), "how many records he sell?"

Man I don't know

But he got a label now

Them boys, the PSC (hell)

I heard Atlantic gave 'em a deal for

2 or 3 mill. (ay, shawty)

(for real nigga?)



[chorus]

Look what I got

A old school, a truck and a drop

So next time you think them niggaz is hot

Shawty, look what I got

The respect of the niggaz and G's

So next time you say them niggaz is G's

You probably lookin' at me

A what, we ballin'

Bought the bar for the broads

So next time you think them niggaz is hard

Shawty, look at the squad

I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on lock

So next time you think yo' peeps on top

Pimpin, look what I got



[Verse Two]

I'm well known in the hood

Like the dope man phone number

Roll anything I can throw some 24's under

Nigga talk bad 'bout the man

But I shole wonder

Why the dope boys fuck with 'em

And the hoes love 'em

Very little promotions on this album

Never heard of 'em

But it's jammin' like the fuck

Was jumpin' out the stores

'cause I was born in the raid

and I'm made in the streets

I done played in the days

In the shade in the streets

I say I rapped in the trap

With the best in the streets

Shot craps in the back

You know the rest, nigga please

You doin' business with me

You best invest in some skills

I sell slopes of snow

I don't fuck with little blow nigga

Got 80 k's, it's gone take a little more (to what?)

To double up and bring it back

And make a little more (You movin' slow)

And movin slow, now what you take a nigga for?

I'ma cock hammers and 44's

And nail yo ass to the floor

And I ain't braggin', I'm just letting niggaz know

'cause the media and radio can get a nigga so

Fucked up

Comparin' me to these niggaz little flow

I do a song

Fuck up they whole little show (so shawty)



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