Look What I Got Lyrics - Trap Muzik - T.i.

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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 

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[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]