Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Swag , by - T.I.. Release date: 08.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Swag |
| Starts on the inside, ya dig? |
| I don’t need mine, I got cribs where we goin (okay) |
| If you don’t love yourself you can’t love nobody |
| Keep up nigga (okay) I love myself |
| You gon' need to travel ladies, you go and got that mack diesel right |
| I’m the man from Atlanta, to way out in Cali |
| Catch me in New York, I’m on the way to Miami |
| I be in Hawaii, then catch me in 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 |
| I went to Japan and made a mil' in a week bruh |
| These niggas can’t keep up when they see me in London |
| Or out in Ibiza, that time I ain’t sleep for |
| Bout three days maybe, you see me in Haiti |
| With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies |
| But my folk got that work in like they back in the 80's |
| See the money’s what move me, conversation don’t phase me |
| + (T.I.) |
| (Tell 'em why cause I) Been around the worrrrrld |
| 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 worrrrrld (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 swaaaaag (they wonder what’s so special 'bout him) |
| (Why they ain’t sellin records like him, tell 'em) |
| It’s my swaaaaag (how he always look so cool) |
| (That why e’rybody do what he do, tell 'em) |
| Gotta be my swaaaaag (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 swaaaaag (for some reason all the real niggas love him) |
| (Even though they girlfriend wanna fuck him, I guess) |
| Gotta be my swaaaaag |
| Gettin money in Frisco, wearin my raincoat |
| See I’m gettin wet, and this bitch in the same boat |
| I came in the game slow, they act like they ain’t know |
| That I wasn’t gon' leave until I got what I came fo' |
| I still can’t complain though, as long as I ain’t broke |
| 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’mma do bro? |
| Send you to your maker, then go to Jamaica |
| Or either to Cabo, I chill at my condo |
| My swagger is perfect, hatin on me ain’t worth it |
| Guarantee you boy, the Earth my turf, if it hurts |
| 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 nuttin to catch me in the south of France |
| In a coffee shop smokin dro in Amsterdam |
| And ain’t nuttin to fly, all the way to Dubai |
| St. Barts, St. Lucia, any day we can try |
| G-5 to Moscow and they say I’mma lie |
| I’mma ball like a dog 'til the day that I die |
| w/ ad libs |
| This is impeccable pimpin |
| You couldn’t duplicate this shit if I told you how to man |
| Hahhh, 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 |
| Y’knowmsayin? |
| South of France in my land man |
| The Earth’s my turf my nigga |