Self-made [explicit] Lyrics - Bryson Tiller

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?" 

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'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) 

Fucking 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