T.I. - Look what I got

[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]