[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]