Look What I Got Lyrics

Look What I Got lyrics

[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]