[Intro: 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 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 niggaz 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 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 niggaz love him)
(Even though they girlfriend wanna fuck him, I guess)
Gotta be my swaaaaag

[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 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?
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 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´ma lie
I´ma ball like a dog ´til the day that I die

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Outro: T.I.]
This is impeccable pimpin
You couldn´t duplicate this shit if I told you how to man
Hahhh, y´all niggaz 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 [fades out]