(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.). In musabi(?) 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)