(Swizz Beatz)
Woo, woo
Swizzy, I need y’all to take y’all rags out, man! (T.I.)
And let it swang, swang, swang, swang
Let it swang, swang, swang! (ATL)

(Swizz Beatz)
All right (All right), okay (Okay)
I don’t dance (I don’t dance), no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air
All right (All right), okay (Okay)
I don’t dance (I don’t dance), no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air
Hey, swang

(T.I.)
New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag
Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag
Full of stacks, rubber bands '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 Patrón, 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, sucka nigga, eat your heart out
I’m too advanced, super swag in my Louis pants
Ballin' on my Louis shoes, shirt match my Louis rag

(Swizz Beatz)
All right (All right), okay (Okay)
I don’t dance (I don’t dance), no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air
All right (All right), okay (Okay)
I don’t dance (I don’t dance), no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air
Hey, swang

(T.I.)
I say, “Whoa, Kemosabe!”, 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'
Hated on by the workers, but I’m cool with all the bosses
Catch me flossin at the mall (Mall), talkin' to a broad (Broad)
She follow me in Gucci and I taught her how to ball
Three pair of shoes, four shirts, six rags
The chick said, “Dag, 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' out of my jeans
Naw, homie, I ain’t thinkin', ' I’m just doin' my thing!

(Swizz Beatz)
All right (All right), okay (Okay)
I don’t dance (I don’t dance), no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air
All right (All right), okay (Okay)
I don’t dance (I don’t dance), no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air
Hey, swang

(T.I.)
I took some time off (Okay), and now I’m back, y’all (That’s right)
You in the line at the club, I’m in the back, dawg (Ha)
And when this song on, ballers peel stacks off
And make it rain on them broads, watch your stacks fall
Hey, pull your rag out (That’s right), and wave it left, right
Let it sag wit' ya pants, get ya swag just right
Ridin' Bankhead, flare flyin' out the Benz
Once a fool with it, we 'gon bring 'em out again

(Swizz Beatz)
All right (All right), okay (Okay)
I don’t dance (I don’t dance), no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air
All right (All right), okay (Okay)
I don’t dance (I don’t dance), no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air
Swang

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