Swear to God I just touched down

All around the world (same song)
Killa Cali, nigga (same song)
ATL (same song)
Real-adelphia, dude it's all around the world

London, England, South of France
And all points between they know about your man
Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan
I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I am
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw
Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri
Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like "Oui"
Your man'll stand manta ray, handling a steak
And handling a model, standin' 'bout five-eight
Five-nine, fine wine, fine dine either that
Or I'm mixing in Switzerland, tryna buy time
Ballin' out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali
Brunching at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy
When it's back home, nigga, back to the zone
Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me

All around the world (same song)
Brooklyn bombers (same song)
Detroit players (same song)
Chi-Town, all around the world

Said it's all love, Sure Club, MIA
Party at bungalow eight, when I stay
Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's
A couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante
"Come and Talk to Me" mami in the Yves Saint
Laurent, I hope, she ain't too young
Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her
I'm just tryna show her how a baller and a roller
Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine
Runnin', then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard
St. Bart's this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas
Reminiscin' 'bout the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas
Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list
Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl
Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy
A ticket and your favorite CD, sweet Sade

Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade
All around the world

Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at
Real niggas out in Brooklyn, some niggas don't clap
It's real killers out in Cali, some niggas just act
Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good
Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed
Slacking on they mackin', rest haven for hoes
Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks
Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know
Shit it ain't about your city or borough
It's bout if you really as thorough
And if you are, holla at your boy
I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you
Real recognize real and you looking familiar
I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death
I promise I'm as St. Thomas, homie eating at Chef's
One-twelve, ATL, the sun up yet?
Then we party like the sun don't set

We gon' take you all around the world, it's the same song (same song)
Everywhere (same song)
It's the same song (same song)
We gon' take you all around the world, same song (same song)
Same song (same song)
Same song (same song)
All around the world