T.I. - My Swag lyrics

Gotta get your swagger together n***a Get ya suits right, starch on the inside, ya dig? You don't love yourself, you can't love nobody Keep up n***a You gon' need a travel agent to make these reservations Ya man from Atlanta, way out in Cali Catch me in New York, I'm on my way to Miami I be in Hawaii, catch me in Pari I be at home barely, I'll sleep when I'm buried What I need some sleep fa? this dough got me eager I went to Japan, made a mil in a week, bra' I visit king people when they see me in London or out in Ibiza I didn't sleep for about three days Maybe, see me in Haiti With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies My folk got that workin', like back in the 80's See the money what move me, conversation don't phase me Tell em why 'Cause I been around the world Traveled the seven seas I be poppin' bottles with celebrities Find me flyin' high, smokin' better trees Girls around the world They keep calling me (they call me) Paparazzi they be following me (They all be) Hoping they can get a shot of me It's my swag They wonder what's so special about him? Why I ain't selling records like him (Tell 'em) It's my swag How he always looks so cool When everyone do what he do? (Tell 'em) It's gotta be my swag They wonder why he gotta were his hat like that When girls see him why they act like that, hey It's my swag So what's the real reason n***as love him Even though they girlfriends wanna f** him? (I guess) It's gotta be my swag Out in the snow, wearing my raincoat See I'm getting wet and this b**h in the same boat Came in the game slow, they act like they ain't know I wasn't gonna leave, til I got what I came for I still can't complain though, as long as I aim bro Came a long way, but shawty ain't nothing change though I still a in two though, don't get it confused, bro Run up on me wrong, what you think I'm gon do, bro Send you to ya maker, and go to Jamaica Either to Cabo, I chill in my condo My swagger is perfect, you know it ain't worth it Guarantee ya boy the earth my turf if it hurts tell 'em why 'Cause I been around the world Traveled the seven seas I be poppin' bottles with celebrities Find me flyin' high, smokin' better trees Girls around the world They keep calling me (they call me) Paparazzi they be following me (They all be) Hoping they can get a shot of me It's my swag They wonder what's so special about him? Why I ain't selling records like him (Tell 'em) It's my swag How he always looks so cool When everyone do what he do? (Tell 'em) It's gotta be my swag They wonder why he gotta were his hat like that When girls see him why they act like that, hey It's my swag So what's the real reason n***as love him Even though they girlfriends wanna f** him? (I guess) It's gotta be my swag Regardless what the haters say, I'm as real as they come I'm chasing that paper, baby, however it come From singin' a song to moving ya by the ton You never seen a n***a getting money so young I been to the pin, all the way to Berlin I've been to Switzerland skiing, pimp I'm goin again Ain't nothing to catch me in the south of France Caught a show smoking dro in Amsterdam Ain't nothing to fly, all the way to Dubai Same boy, St. Lucia everyday we can try G5 to Moscow, now say I'm a lie I'ma ball like a dog til the day that I die Tell 'em why 'Cause I been around the world Traveled the seven seas I be poppin' bottles with celebrities Find me flyin' high, smokin' better trees Girls around the world They keep calling me (they call me) Paparazzi they be following me (They all be) Hoping they can get a shot of me It's my swag They wonder what's so special about him? Why I ain't selling records like him (Tell 'em) It's my swag How he always looks so cool When everyone do what he do? (Tell 'em) It's gotta be my swag They wonder why he gotta were his hat like that When girls see him why they act like that, hey It's my swag So what's the real reason n***as love him Even though they girlfriends wanna f** him? (I guess) It's gotta be my swag This is impeccable pimpin' You couldn't duplicate this sh** if I told you how to Y'all n***as keep up By the time you get to Puerto Rico my n***a, I'll be in Cuba By the time you get to Cuba, I'll be in Haiti By the time you get to Haiti, I'll be way over in Africa man You know what I'm sayin' South of France is my land, the earth is my turf