Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Swag, artist - T.I..
Date of issue: 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 |