Gotta get your swagger together nigga
Get ya suits right, starch on the inside, ya dig?
You don't love yourself, you can't love nobody
Keep up nigga
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 niggas love him
Even though they girlfriends wanna fuck him?
(I guess) It's gotta be my swag
Out in the snow, wearing my raincoat
See I'm getting wet and this bitch 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 niggas love him
Even though they girlfriends wanna fuck 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 nigga 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 niggas love him
Even though they girlfriends wanna fuck him?
(I guess) It's gotta be my swag
This is impeccable pimpin'
You couldn't duplicate this shit if I told you how to
Y'all niggas keep up
By the time you get to Puerto Rico my nigga, 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
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