My Swag

You gotta get your swagger together, nigga
get your suitcase
Starts on the inside, ya dig?
I don't need mine, I got cribs where we goin'
If you don't love yourself you can't love nobody (okay)
Keep up, nigga (okay)
I love myself
you gon' need to travel, ladies (I'm a hell of a nigga, you know?)
You go and get that Mack diesel, right

hey, the man from Atlanta to way out in Cali (okay)
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami (that's right)
I be in Hawaii then catch me in Paris (what? Paris)
I be at home barely, I'll sleep when I'm buried
What I need some sleep for? This dope got me geeked up (okay)
I went to Japan and made a mil' in a week, bruh (huh)
These niggas can't keep up when they see me in London (okay, that's right)
Or out in Ibiza, that time I ain't sleep for
'Bout three days maybe, you see me in Haiti (hey)
With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies (what it is, nigga?)
But my folk got that work in like they back in the 80's (that's right)
See the money's what move me, conversation don't phase me

(Tell, 'em why 'cause I) been around the world
Traveled the seven seas (and I be)
Poppin' bottles with celebrities (so you can find me)
Flyin' high, smokin' better trees (ay, oh-ay-ay)
Girls around the world (yo, yo)
They keep callin' me (they call me)
Paparazzi they be follow me (they all be)
Hopin' that they get a shot of me
It's my swag (they wonder what's so special 'bout him)
(Why they ain't sellin' records like him, tell 'em)
It's my swag (how he always look so cool)
(That why everybody do what he do, tell 'em)
Gotta be my swag (they wonder why he wear his hat like that)
(When girls see him why they act like that, ay, I don't know)
It's my swag (for some reason all the real niggas love him)
(Even though they girlfriend wanna fuck him, I guess) gotta be my swag

Gettin' money in Frisco, wearin' my raincoat
See I'm gettin' wet and this bitch in the same boat (come on)
I came in the game slow, they act like they ain't know (what?)
That I wasn't gon' leave until I got what I came for
I still can't complain though, as long as I ain't broke (yeah)
I came a long way but, shawty, ain't nuttin changed though
I still let the tool go, don't get it confused, bro
Run up on me wrong, now what you think I'ma do, bro? (what it is?)
Send you to your maker then go to Jamaica
Or either to Cabo, I chill at my condo (that's right)
My swagger is perfect, hatin' on me ain't worth it
I guarantee you, boy, the Earth my turf, if it hurts

(Tell, 'em why 'cause I) been around the world
Traveled the seven seas (and I be)
Poppin' bottles with celebrities (so you can find me)
Flyin' high, smokin' better trees (ay, oh-ay-ay)
Girls around the world (yo, yo)
They keep callin' me (they call me)
Paparazzi they be follow me (they all be)
Hopin' that they get a shot of me
It's my swag (they wonder what's so special 'bout him)
(Why they ain't sellin' records like him, tell 'em)
It's my swag (how he always look so cool)
(That why everybody do what he do, tell 'em)
Gotta be my swag (they wonder why he wear his hat like that)
(When girls see him why they act like that, ay, I don't know)
It's my swag (for some reason all the real niggas love him)
(Even though they girlfriend wanna fuck him, I guess) gotta be my swag

Regardless what haters say I'm as real as they come
I'm chasin that paper, baby, however it come
From singing this song to moving yay by the ton
I bet you never seen a nigga gettin' money so young
How I get from the pen, all the way to Berlin
I've been to Switzerland skiing and pimp I'm goin' again
It ain't nothin' to catch me in the south of France
In a coffee shop smokin' dro in Amsterdam
And ain't nothin' to fly, all the way to Dubai
St. Barts, St. Lucia, any day we can try
G5 to Moscow and they say I'ma 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 (and I be)
Poppin' bottles with celebrities (so you can find me)
Flyin' high, smokin' better trees (say, man, this what you call real tak)
(ay, oh-ay-ay)
Girls around the world (yo, yo, international man of mystery)
They keep callin' me (they call me)
Paparazzi they be follow me (they all be, I be all over, man)
Hopin' that they get a shot of me (my nigga got more shots than a passport)
It's my swag (they wonder what's so special 'bout him)
(Why they ain't sellin' records like him, tell 'em)
It's my swag (how he always look so cool, just check the swag, daddy)
(That why everybody do what he do, tell 'em)
Gotta be my swag (they wonder why he wear his hat like that)
(When girls see him why they act like that, ay, I don't know)
It's my swag (for some reason all the real niggas love him)
(Even though they girlfriend wanna fuck him, I guess) gotta be my swag

This is impeccable pimpin'
You couldn't duplicate this shit if I told you how to, man
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 I'm sayin'?
South of France is my land, man
The Earth's my turf, my nigga