Sedeck "All Hands On Deck" Jean - My Swag lyrics

[Intro: T.I.] You gotta get your swagger together n***a (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 n***a (okay) I love myself You gon' 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 bruh These n***as 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 [Hook: Wyclef Jean] + (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 n***as love him) (Even though they girlfriend wanna f** him, I guess) Gotta be my swaaaaag [T.I.] Gettin money in Frisco, wearin my raincoat See I'm gettin wet, and this b**h 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 [Hook] [T.I.] 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 n***a 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 [Hook] w/ ad libs [Outro: T.I.] This is impeccable pimpin You couldn't duplicate this sh** if I told you how to man Hahhh, y'all n***as keep up By the time you get to Puerto Rico my n***a 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 n***a {*fades out*}