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[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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