T.I.( Clifford Joseph Harris Jr. ) Top earlier (Remix)T.I. feat. Young Jeezy, Young Dro, Big Kuntry & B.G.Creme de la creme homey, top shelf you knowI like my beat down low, down low, down lowDown low, down low, down low, down lowI like my top let back, let back, let backLet back, let back, let backAy holla if you like yourBeat down low, down low, down low (Yea you already know what this shit is nigga, remix nigga)Down low, down low, down low, down lowI like my top let back, let back, let back (Mannie Fresh, T.I.P whatup nigga?, I got'cha nigga)Let back, let back, let back (I'ma show these niggaz what to do)Ay holla if you like yourI let my chain hang low, keep that thing up on my waistAll then haters talkin' reckless, tell 'em say it to my faceCan see a bank roll, yeah I almost caught a caseIt's the remix, so Mannie Fresh drop the bassI say now twenty-eight inches got me sitting so highReach straight up through the clouds, God damn I'm in the skyGot my eighty-seven zone, God dammit I'm flyBet you anything won't any nigga try itI push the look come Wednesday the drop that MondayIce cream Impala same color as a sundaeSo you can miss me with that hatin' and that, 'He can't rap shit'Tell them faggot-ass niggaz wrap they lips around my dickGod damn my money sick, ayy I need to see a doctorBlack 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 nightI like my beat down low and my top let backSee me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the backYou like your Kenwood hot and your top let backIf your rims sit high and your windows pitch blackI like my beat down low and my top let backSee me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the backYou like your Kenwood hot and your top let backIf your rims sit high and your windows pitch blackDro, my trunk gon' break the damn lawI'm ridin' through the hood with eights are damn rawThem twenty-sevens tall but them eights are damn rawBitches know they see the platinum is grey like grandpaSpray the Chevy all kinda sour apple colorsDiamonds up in my charm look like pineapple suckersTec-9 for some, mac-90 for othersLeave the weapon on Bucatti's I got on my Danny GloversNah this ain't a movie but I shot '4 Brothers'And plus I got a Chevelle that flop four colorsCars without the covers, my beat down lowFind more lyrics at ※ Mojim.comI let my rims sit high, I'm the best thing blowin' now, DroI like my beat down low and my top let backSee me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the backYou like your Kenwood hot and your top let backIf your rims sit high and your windows pitch blackI like my beat down low and my top let backSee me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the backYou like your Kenwood hot and your top let backIf your rims sit high and your windows pitch blackI got my treble up high and my beat down lowI don't slam no doors, hop in where the roof goWhat I need a roof fo'? Replace it with the skyStreets be mine with that Georgia on My MindRidin' in the wettest paint, like I'm surfin' on a tidal waveCocaine whip yeah straight out the microwaveThe man in the trunk sound like the man knockin'Five pass rockin' with stacks in my pocketsI got money in my pocket and my mind on mo'To hear myself think I like my beat down lowCigarello full of dro and the Chevy two-tonedIt's sittin' on chrome that's how I get my roll onGotta dip through the hood you know Gizzle keep it realI see some hot girls so I'm a turn it up a lil'Let 'em bounce to the music ba-bounce to the beatThe top down, hop in and ride with a GI like my beat down low and my top let backSee me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the backYou like your Kenwood hot and your top let backIf your rims sit high and your windows pitch blackI like my beat down low and my top let backSee me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the backYou like your Kenwood hot and your top let backIf your rims sit high and your windows pitch blackEven though I like my beat down low and my top let backChrome feet down low and my Impala wet backDitch or dash, hit the gas tell them niggaz check thatMake them bitches sit back, woofers give 'em wet catsComin' down in the Chevy motor sound like it very tightIt is you can tell I hear the tire yellin' er' lineAnd the way they ain't kickin' I bet you could still hear itLoaf of bread, I cut it up a bit, I get left feel hereOkay my money real big, the choppers is still hereThey catch me with it fuck it I'm doing my lil' bitAnd my drop top ridin' with my glock cocked ridin'I'm looking for them niggaz where they at stop hidin' heyNow that's a motherfuckin' remix nigga