[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)

[chorus]