Top Songs By John Nonny
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesse Kvaska
Songwriter
Mac Barett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Nonny
Producer
Lyrics
I'm a self-made man, do what I want, not what I can (M-hm)
Bottle in my hand cost a grand and this ain't no wodka 'n cran' (M-mh)
I drink, I smoke, pop pills, you know what I'm sayin'
And I always had a plan but it's one y'all didn't understand
God did!
New racks? Got it!
Bussdown! Got it!
New whip? Got it!
Ballin', touchdown!
New racks? Got it!
Bussdown! Got it!
Ain't never had shit, now we got it!
Don't care if none of y'all believed 'cause God did!
I already envisioned it, I saw this
I predicted and called it, Nostradamus
Every day a new deposit
Couldn't pause it if I wanted
It keep comin' in regardless
You approach us? Be cautious
Fuckin' animal, walrus
Fuckin' rhinoceros
Fuckin' crabs in a bucket tryna climb on us
Crawfish, make me drink 'till I'm nauseous
I got skeletons in my closet
What's wrong with me? Check the diagnostics!
Six figs a month, that's quite modest
Just warmin' up like it's not quite august
Go ahead, step inside my office
I look in the mirror, that's who my boss is
Y'all keep celebratin' my losses
I'll just do it myself, I got this
I'm a self-made man, do what I want, not what I can (M-hm)
Bottle in my hand cost a grand and this ain't no wodka 'n cran' (M-mh)
I drink, I smoke, pop pills, you know what I'm sayin'
And I always had a plan but it's one y'all didn't understand
God did!
New racks? Got it!
Bussdown! Got it!
New whip? Got it!
Ballin', touchdown!
New racks? Got it!
Bussdown! Got it!
Ain't never had shit, now we got it!
Don't care if none of y'all believed 'cause God did!
Ya ya ya
Big baller
But I wish I was a little bit taller
You can't do it like me
King Kong, big monster
When I spit, I'm a fire breathing dragon
When I whip now I'm driving G Wagon (Skrt)
Told my boss I need to get rich
So I can't rely on these wages
They wonder why is he braggin'?
D and G fragrance
Bitches on my dick now, I'm finally famous
And they ridin' me daily
Wishin' I could be with 'em
I don't need babies
Every day negotiating with a different agent
(Like who?) - Asian real estate agents
Want a long hall so I can fill it with paintings
(Of who?) - a hundred pictures of my faces, Ya!
I'm a self-made man, do what I want, not what I can (M-hm)
Bottle in my hand cost a grand and this ain't no wodka 'n cran' (M-mh)
I drink, I smoke, pop pills, you know what I'm sayin'
And I always had a plan but it's one y'all didn't understand
God did!
New racks? Got it!
Bussdown! Got it!
New whip? Got it!
Ballin', touchdown!
New racks? Got it!
Bussdown! Got it!
Ain't never had shit, now we got it!
Don't care if none of y'all believed 'cause God did!
I got skeletons in my closet
What's wrong with me? Check the diagnostics!
Six figs a month, that's quite modest
Just warmin' up like it's not quite august
Go ahead, step inside my office
I look in the mirror, that's who my boss is
Y'all keep celebratin' my losses
I'll just do it myself, I got this
Written by: Jesse Kvaska, Mac Barett