Swing Ya Rag

                                  Whoo! Whoo!

Swizzy 

Need y'all t take y'all rags out man

T.I.

And let it swang

Swang

Swang

Swang

Let it swang

Swang

Swang



[Chorus: x2]

Alright (alright) okay (okay) 

I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (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 



Swang!



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 holmes getting our thug on

Bottles of patron if you grown get your buzz on

We bought the bars 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 ya heart out (sucka' nigga)

I'm too advanced super swag, and my Louis pants

Falling on my Louis shoes, shirt match my Louis rag



[Chorus: x2]



I say whoa kimosabe big balling is my hobby

I'm bopping while I'm walking rag falling out my pocket

If big money ain't the topic homie I ain't even talking

Hated on by the workers but I'm cool wit all the bosses

Catch me flossing at the mall (Mall) talking to a broad (broad)

She follow me and Gucci and I taught her how to ball (ball)

Three pair of shoes four shirts six rags

Chick said dag that's more in my bag

Shorty 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 hanging out of my jeans

Nah homie I ain't thinkin' I'm just doin' my thing



[Chorus: x2]



I took some time off and now I'm back y'all

You in the line at the club I'm in the back dog

And when this song on ballers 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 flying out the Benz

Once a fool wit it we gonna bring 'em out again



[Chorus: x2]