[Hook - T.I.] Alright, okay, I don't 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 [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 til 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 brought the broads out and brought the cars out I'm like the moon I shine and bring the stars out When it dark out get the squad out We ball hard s**a n***a eat your heart out I'm too advanced super swag in my louis pants Ballin now my Louis silk shirt match my Louis rag [Hook - T.I.] [Verse 2 - T.I.] Kimosabe, big ballin is my hobby I'm boppin while I'm walkin, rag fallin out my pocket If big money ain't the topic homie I ain't even talkin Get it on by the workers but I'm cool with all the bosses Catch me flossing at the mall, talking to a broad She follow me to Gucci and I taught her how to ball 3 pair shoes 4 shirts 6 rags Chick said "dad that's more than 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 outa jeans ya'll Homie I ain't thinkin I'm just doing my thing [Hook - T.I.] [Verse 3 - T.I.] I took some time off and now I'm back ya'll While you in the line at the club I'm 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 with ya pants get ya swag just right Ride Bankhead flare, flying out the Benz Once a fool with it we gon'bring em out again