But it's jammin' like the fuck was jumpin' out the stores
Look what I got a old school, a truck and a drop
I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on lock
So next time you think yo' peeps on top, pimpin', look what I got
I heard Atlantic gave 'em a deal for 2 or 3 mill
Well shawty look what I got
The respect of the niggaz and G's
Homes be so crunk in the club we gotta sneak in
My nigga look what I got
You think I'm lying nigga look what I got
He ain't wearin' platinum, naw but I keep you niggaz thinking
'Cause the media and radio can get a nigga so fucked up
And that's just the beginning in the city that he in
So next time you think them niggaz is hot, shawty, look what I got
Roll anything I can throw some 24's under
He were rappin' in the cafeteria but now that nigga serious
Man I don't know but he got a label now them boys, the PSC, hell
So next time you say them niggaz is G's, you probably lookin' at me
Very little promotions on this album, never heard of 'em
No more room in the V.I.P they payin' just to peek in
So next time you think them niggaz is hard, shawty, look at the squad
Why the dope boys fuck with 'em and the hoes love 'em
A what, we ballin' bought the bar for the broads
Fuck up they whole little show
Big wheels still spin when I stop
Nigga talk bad 'bout the man but I sho wonder
So next time you think them niggaz is hot, shawty, look what I got
To double up and bring it back and make a little more
Got 80 K's, gone take a little more
You doin' business with me you best invest in some skills
I done played in the days in the shade in the streets
Presidential roll, gold Rolex watch with no rocks
I save them for the pinky keep you niggaz blinkin'
A what, we ballin' bought the bar for the broads
So next time you say them niggaz is G's, you probably lookin' at me
I say I rapped in the trap with the best in the streets
When they leave they be lookin' in a car they can't even see in
So next time you think them niggaz is hard, shawty, look at the squad
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Shawty look what I got
I'm well known in the hood like the dope man phone number
I sell slopes of snow I don't fuck with little blow nigga
The respect of the niggaz and G's
And movin' slow, now what you take a nigga for?
I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on lock
Mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin'
Several Chevy's on 24's, how many records he sell?
And I ain't braggin', I'm just letting niggaz know
'Cause I was born in the raid and I'm made in the streets
Heard he got a CL, a EXT on Spreewells
I shot craps in the back you know the rest, nigga please
Comparin' me to these niggaz little flow I do a song
Got a condo, in Orlando for the weekend
Look what I got a old school, a truck and a drop
Ay, pimpin' look what I got, look what I got
I'ma cock hammers and 44's and nail yo ass to the floor
Swear he ain't slangin' but I know that nigga creepin'
