[T.I.] You gotta get your swagger together nigga (ay) Get your suit fitted (ay) 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 goin' need to travel ladies, you go and got that Mack diesel right [T.I.] 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 bro These niggas can't keep up cause 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 [Chorus: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)] (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, hey, 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 [T.I.] 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 shorty ain't nothin' 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? 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 [Chorus] [T.I.] Regardless what haters say I'm as real as they come I'm chasin' that paper baby however it come I'm singin' a song and movin' 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 nothing 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 G-5 to Moscow and they say I'ma lie I'ma ball like a dog 'til the day that I die [Chorus] [T.I.] This is impeccable pimping You couldn't duplicate this shit if I told you how to man Ha, 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 saying? South of France in my land man The Earth's my turf my nigga