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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
Stavros Xarhakos
Stavros Xarhakos
Sampled Artist
Vicky Mosholiou
Vicky Mosholiou
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Konstandinos Dimopoulos
Konstandinos Dimopoulos
Songwriter
Stavros Xarhakos
Stavros Xarhakos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Nes
Nes
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let's go
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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?"
[Verse 4]
'Cause I'm a seven figure, self-made ****
Blow the money, get it back the next day **** (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, ****?
I'm getting paid, ****, need a chef and maid, ****
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
Must've heard a hundred **** say they made me (I made that ****!)
So, which one you **** 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 Gretzky (I pull up, pull up)
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me
[Verse 7]
'Cause I'm a seven figure, self-made ****
Blow the money, get it back the next day **** (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, ****?
I'm getting paid, ****, need a chef and maid, ****
[Verse 8]
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
Hundred million, then I'm done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah
Written by: Bryson Tiller, Konstandinos Dimopoulos, Philip Anthony Coleman, Jr., Stavros Xarhakos
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