Swing your rag

(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)