T.I. Lyrics

Album: TRAP MUZIK

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]