Jeezy:

I let my chain hang low, keep that thang up on my waist;
all them haters talkin' reckless tell 'em say it to my face;
Concealed bankroll yeah i almost caught a case;
It's the remix so manny fresh drop the bass;
I say my 28 inches got me sitting so high,
reach straight up through the clouds god damn im in the sky;
got my 87 zone, god damnit im fly, beycha anything won't any ni**a try;
push the yukon wednesday the drop back monday,
ice cream impala same color as a sunday,
so you can dis me with ya hating and that he can't rap shit,
tell them faggot a** ni**az wrap they lips around my dick;
god damn my money's sick hey i need to see a doctor,
black on black bentley call it phantom of the opera;
lemon lime drop top, i call it the sprite,
when i pull out the garage you can call it a night.

[:: CHORUS ::]

i like my beat down low and my top let back
see me ridin 24s with a choppa in the back
ya like ya kenwood high and ya top let back
if ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black hey

Dro:

dro! my trunk gon break the damn law,
im ridin through the hood with eighth's of damn raw
them 27s tall but them 8s they damn raw;
bitches know, they see the platinum is grey like grandpa;
spray the chevy all kinda sour apple colors;
diamonds up in my charm look like piney apple suckers;
tec 9 for some mac 90 for others,
lethal weapons on bucatis i got on my danny glovers.
nah this aint the movie but i shot 4 brothers,
and plus i got a chevelle that flop four colors,
cars without the covers,
my beat down low and then my rims sit high im the best thing blowin out DRO!

chorus 2x:

i like my beat down low and my top let back
see me ridin 24s with a choppa in the back
ya like ya kenwood high and ya top let back
if ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

Big Kuntry:

I got my treble up high and my beat down low,
I don't slam no doors hop in where the roof go,
What i need a roof for? replace it with the sky,
Streets be mine with that georgia on my mind,
Ridin in the wettest paint like im surfin on a tidal wave,
Cocaine whip yeah straight out the microwave,
man in the trunk, sound like the man knockin,
bypass rockin with stacks in my pockets.

B.G. :

I got money in my pocket and my mind on more,
To hear myself think i like my beat down low,
cigarello full of dro in the chevy 2 tone,
its sittin on chrome thats how i get my roll on,
gotta dip through the hood you know jizzle keep it real,
I see some hot girls so im'a turn it up a lil,
let em bounce to be music, b-b-bounce to the beat,
the top down hop in and ride with a g.

chorus 2x:

i like my beat down low and my top let back
see me ridin 24s with a choppa in the back
ya like ya kenwood high and ya top let back
if ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

T.I.

Even though i like my beat down low and my top let back,
chrome feet down low and my impala wet black,
digit-dash hit the gas tell dem ni**az check that,
make them bit**es sit back, woofers give em wet cats,
comin down in the chevy motor sound like it's very tight,
it is you can tell i hear the tire yellin er'y lane,
and when it ain't even kickin i bet you can still hear it,
lord forbid i cut it up, i bet i could let him feel it,
okay my money real big, choppers is still hid,
they catch me with it f**k it i'm doing my lil bit,
in my drop top ride, with my glock cocked ridin,
i'm lookin for them ni**az where they at stop hidin' (hey!)

(Now that's a mothafuckin' remix ni**a)