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  • Bryson Tiller – Self-made Lyrics

    BRYSON TILLER
    Self-made Lyrics

    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