Maybe it's my demeanor. Or the fact that my jewelery clean. Or the way i lean in the beemer. Or maybe its the fact that i'm the shit. Yeah I know what it is. My Swag My Swag. You can't get like me and you mad (Most Hated). My Swag My Swag. I know You Prayed And Wished That You Had My Swag. [Verse 1:]. Young harlem nigga from the NY. Get money spend money stay fly. Those the 3 codes that I live by. Yeah I swerve through streets. But I travel in the sky. Pardon my swag that's the way the ave. raised me. Jae Millz bonafide baby of the 80's. White ice dark ceasar all wavy. Kicks say?? but Gucci is what my shades be. Lame nigga you can never say I'm corny. I stand like I got a million cash on. They aint gotta move. Scott Storch will make em'. And I don't know why they hating. But.... [Chorus:]. Maybe it's my demeanor. Or the fact that my jewelery clean. Or the way i lean in the beemer. Or maybe its the fact that i'm the shit. Yeah I know what it is. My Swag My Swag. You can't get like me and you mad (Most Hated). My Swag My Swag. I know You Prayed And Wished That You Had My Swag. [Verse 2:]. Take my word I aint never go wrong. I got swag like a teflon don. A minute ago she said the patron was to strong. And now she hanging from my arm talking about I'm gone. I bet she never blew sacks of the chron. I bet she never knew the back was this long. I bet she never felt the wrath of king kong. Ate chocolate covered pretzels first class to Milan. I'm like King James but no I'm not Lebron. I'm just the president of Wanna Blow Productions. She can't believe I got all this from a song. Now it's uh uh uh...uh uh uh. [Chorus:]. Maybe it's my demeanor. Or the fact that my jewelery clean. Or the way I lean in the beemer. Or maybe its the fact that i'm the shit. Yeah I know what it is. My Swag My SWag. You can't get like me and you mad (Most Hated). My Swag My Swag. I know You Prayed And Wished That You Had My Swag. [Bridge:]. My chain beamed up. My ears beamed up. My wrist beamed up. My fist beamed up. I said my rims beamed up. My whip beamed up. So fresh and so cleaned up. And you know it's wanna what. [Verse 3:]. I walk with a swag. Talk with a swag. Pull up to the curb polly and pull of with a swag. And when I'm down in ATL you know I roll with a swag. In Miami I leans in my F Crown with a swag. Even out in Houston I play the mall with a swag. When I'm out in California I play the Porsche with a swag. Homie maybe its the money maybe its the grind maybe its the way that I shine. Or maybe it's. [Chorus:]. Maybe it's my demeanor. Or the fact that my jewelery clean. Or the way i lean in the beemer. Or maybe its the fact that i'm the shit. Yeah I know what it is. My Swag My SWag. You can't get like me and you mad (Most Hated). My Swag My Swag. I know You Prayed And Wished That You Had My Swag