[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]