Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller - Self-made lyrics
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Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah You already know Young Tiller Let's go 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