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Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You think them is hot
Well shawty look what I got
(nigg* look what I got)
You think I'm lying nigg*
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 nigg* 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 blinkin'
He ain't wearin' platinum, Naw
But I keep you thinking
Mink seats sure to keep a nigg* sinkin'
Swear he ain't slangin'
But I know that nigg* 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 nigg* 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 nigg*?)
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Look what I got
A old school, a truck and a drop
So next time you think them is hot
Shawty, look what I got
The respect of the and G's
So next time you say them is G's
You probably lookin' at me
A what, we ballin'
Bought the bar for the broads
So next time you think them 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
nigg* talk bad 'bout the man
But I shole wonder
Why the dope boys fk with 'em
And the hoes love 'em
Very little promotions on this album
Never heard of 'em
But it's jammin' like the fk
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 cr*ps in the back
You know the rest, nigg* please
You doin' business with me
You best invest in some skills
I sell slopes of snow
I don't fk with little blow nigg*
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 nigg* for?
I'ma c*ck hammers and 44's
And nail yo as* to the floor
And I ain't braggin', I'm just letting know
'cause the media and radio can get a nigg* so
fked up
Comparin' me to these little flow
I do a song
fk up they whole little show (so shawty)
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