[Verse One: T.I.]. Call me Rubber Band Man get as high as I can. Tote a hundred grand in my case. Anotha five in my pants. In dat new LI sedan bout da size of a van. 155 on 85 I be flyin my man. And ain't no catchin T.I.P. silly. But you can try if ya can. Get ya ass laid out right beside ya man. Sprayed out da clip left ya wit ya face in da sand. Sent da DA on a cruise den do a day in da can. Two in da hand I'm jukin I'm too cool ta dance. I got a bad bitch in Paris I cut a fool in France. Cool as a fan betta ask some body who da man. Shut da bout down clown when I choose to man. I'm da Bankhead ambassador Atlanta my land. Whether I'm rappin actin or trappin haddlin grands. I give a gotdamn not nan niggaz advance. On da crown to get anything less da laid down. I stay down. [Chorus][2X]T.I. & [Lil Jon]. We ain't playin dat shit [GET YA WEIGHT UP]. And we dont play dat shit [GET YA WEIGHT UP]. Nigga fuck dat shit [GET YA WEIGHT UP]. Well nigga buck den shit [GET YA WEIGHT UP]. [Verse 2: 8Ball]. I see you lookin at me wit yo lookin ass. You wanna light it up you betta pull it fast. I'm not ya homeboy I'm not ya kinfolk. I got my own drink. I got my own dough. I got my own slab wit Michael Jordans on it. If you don't kno da lingo den 23's hommie. You wanna ride on em you gotta hustlin baby. Some niggaz dying fo em out here actin crazy. I saw dem niggaz buckin at da club spennin. Buyin hoes drinks gettin at all da bithes. Dey got dey bling on chains and rings on. Dey will stunt until da dj play da wrong song. Now dey on da flo head split in two. All dey ice gone and all dey bitches too. Dats why we roll deep dat's why we hold heat. Dat's why we own streets. Fuck up and you will see... [Chorus]. [Verse 3: Lil' Jon]. Pussy nigga wut's up gotdamn dat shit. All dat yappin at da mouth 'll getcha fucked up quick. I'ma ATL nigga and BME's da clique. Crunk Juice in my glass always givin me lip. I hit dese hoes like boes wit dis platinum dick. My magnum always stay locked cocked ready ta hit. I give a gotdamn nigga who we rollin wit. Get ya weight up hoe den approach me bitch. [Verse 4: Big Sam]. Get ya weight up nigga get ya weight up bitch. I went from hustlin on da corner to hustlin legit. From ridin 84's ta new school 4-doors. From smokin on dat Reggie to smokin on dat Dro. No mo 18's niggaz ride 24's. On anything new ta old school 4-doors. You might be ridin nigga but dat ain't shit. If you ain't got no feet be da candy bitch