[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]