[Intro: T.I. & Jeezy]

Crème de la crème, homie, top shelf you know

I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low

Down low, down low, down low, I like my top let back

Let back, let back, let back let back, let back

Chea, you already know what this shit is nigga, remix nigga

Mannie Fresh, T.I.P what up, nigga? I got'cha nigga

I'ma show these niggas what to do on you, nigga

[Verse 1: Jeezy]

I let my chain hang low get that thing up on my waist

All them haters talking reckless tell 'em say it to my face

Concealed bankroll, yeah, I almost caught a case

It's the remix so Mannie Fresh drop the bass

I say now 28 inches got me sitting so high

Reach straight up through the clouds God damn I'm in the sky

Got my 87's on, goddammit I'm fly

Bet you anything won't nann' nigga try it

I push the Yukon Wednesday, the drop-top Monday

Ice cream Impala same color as a sundae

So you can miss me with that hating and that "He can't rap shit"

Tell them faggot-ass niggas wrap their lips around my dick

Goddamn 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 a Sprite

When I pull out the garage you can call it a night

[Chorus: T.I.]

I like my beat down low and my top let back

Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back

You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back

If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

I like my beat down low and my top let back

Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back

You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back

If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

[Verse 2: Young Dro]

Dro, my trunk gon' break the damn law

I'm riding through the hood with eighths of damn raw

Them 27's tall but them eights are damn raw

Bitches know they see the platinum is gray like grandpa

Spray the Chevy all kind of sour apple colors

Diamonds up in my charm look like pineapple suckers

TEC-9 for some, MAC-90 for others

Lethal weapon on Ducati's, I got on my Danny Glovers

Nah, this ain't the movie, but I shot four brothers

And plus I gotta Chevelle that flop four colors

Cars without the covers, my beat down low

I let my rims sit high, I'm the best thing blowing now

[Chorus: T.I.]

I like my beat down low and my top let back

Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back

You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back

If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

I like my beat down low and my top let back

Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back

You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back

If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

[Verse 3: Big Kuntry King]

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 fo', replace it with the sky

Streets be mine with that Georgia on my mind

I ride in the wettest paint, like I'm surfing on a tidal wave

Cocaine whip, yeah, straight out the microwave

Man in the trunk, sound like the man knockin'

Five pass rocking with stacks in my pockets

[Verse 4: B.G.]

I got money in my pocket and my mind on mo'

To hear myself think, I like my beat down low

Cigarello full of 'dro and the chevy two-toned

It's sitting on chromes, that's how I get my roll on

Gotta dip through the hood, you know Gizzle keep it real

I see some hot girls, so I'm a turn it up a lil'

Let them bounce to the music, ba-bounce to the beat

The top down, hop in and ride with a G

[Chorus: T.I.]

I like my beat down low and my top let back

Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back

You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back

If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

I like my beat down low and my top let back

Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back

You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back

If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

[Verse 5: T.I.]

Even though I like my beat down low and my top let back

Chrome feet down low and my impala wet black

Digi dash, hit the gas tell them niggas check that

Make them bitches sit back woofers give 'em wet cats

Coming down in a Chevy motor sound like it very tight

It is you can tell I hear the tire yelling er' light

808 ain't even kicking I bet you could still hear it

Lord forbid I cut it up, I bet I could let Phil hear it

Okay my money real big, choppers is still hid

They catch me with it fuck it I'm doing my lil' bid

And my drop top riding with my Glock cocked riding

I'm looking for them niggas where they at stop hiding

[Outro: T.I.]

Now that's a motherfuckin' remix nigga