Bryson Tiller

Bryson Tiller - Self-made lyrics

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Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Young Tiller



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Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself

Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself

Donatello, that's a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf

She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it



I spend that 'cause I earned it for myself

Got my shawty out the way and now I'm splurging on myself

You should worry 'bout yourself, I've been working on myself

I've been balling like I'm Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)

What's next? I'm nervous for myself

If I changed, I became a better version of myself

Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself

And my neighbors look at me like, "How he purchase that himself?"



'Cause I'm a seven figure, self-made nigga

Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga

(made it back, yeah)

Wow, what the check say, nigga?

I'm getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga



And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself

Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself

Donatello, that's a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf

She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it



Must've heard a hundred niggas say they made me

(I made that nigga!)

So, which one you niggas made me?

Don't know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can't be

They wan' be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)

I just want a yacht and a jet-ski

Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey

(I pull up, pull up)

f**king con artist, boy, you sketchy

Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me



'Cause I'm a Seven figure, self-made nigga

Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga

(made it back, yeah)

Wow, what the check say, nigga?

I'm getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga



Count that mula with my thumb

502, that's where I'm from

Used to stay on Hazelwood

You see trouble then you run (Run)

Word to Joker Noble, we don't do this shit for fun

100 million, then I'm done

Poochie laid out in the sun

Like I want



Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself

Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself

Donatello, that's a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf

She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it



Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt

Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt

Gucci on her purse

Gucci on that

Yeah
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