Look What I Got

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
 You think them niggas 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
 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?)
 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
 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)
 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