(ft. Swizz Beatz)

(chorus- Swizz Beatz)

Alright, okay, I dont dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the
air
take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in the air
(X2)


(verse 1- T.I.)

New Akoo outfit with a gucci rag
tied to my beltloop and my louis bag
full of stacks rubberbands 'round big cash
got a sick swag tell the haters get mad (come on)
We in the club homes gettin' our thug on
bottles of patron if you grown get your buzz on
We bought the bars out and brought the cars out
Im like the moon i shine and bring the stars out
When it dark out get the squad out
we ball hard sucka nigga eat ya heart out
Im too advanced super swag, and my louis pants
fallin on my louis shoes, shirt match my louis rag

(chorus)

(verse 2- T.I.)

I say woah kimosabe big ballin is my hobby
Im boppin while im walkin rag fallin out my pocket
if big money aint the topic homie i aint even talkin
hated on by the workers but im cool wit all the
bosses
catch me flossin at the mall talkin to a broad
she follow me and gucci and i taught her how to ball
3 pair of shoes 4 shirts 6 rags
chick said dad thats more in my bag
shawty i can show you how to spend this bread real
fast
then get a group of chicks to give you head real fast
silk scarf hangin out of my jeans
naw homie i aint thinkin im just doin my thing

Chorus)

(verse 3- T.I.)

I took some time off and now im back yall
while your in the line at the club im in the back
dawg
and when this song on ballas peel stacks off
and make it rain on them broads watch the stacks fall
and pull your rag out and wave it left, right
let it sag wit ya pants get ya swag just right
ride bankhead flare flyin out the benz
once a fool wit it we gon'bring em out again

(chorus)