Bryson Tiller First Place Lyrics

[Intro]
Nah, I'm finna go bananas for real
Three, two
Yeah, hey, huh
We goin' Donkey Kong, straight ape shit, nigga (Huh-huh, huh-huh)

[Chorus]
I ran up twenty-five million, f*ck
Then a whole twenty-five million plus, yeah
I'm out of my feelings, yeah, huh
I'm puttin' my ceilings up, damn, huh
Gettin' my coin, hittin' that box like, huh, huh, yeah
Gimme my coin, hittin' that box like wham, bam, bam
[Verse]
Yup, run up twenty-five million, f*ck
Spend it all on my children, yup, yeah, huh (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
She starin' at the coupe, tryna peep what I'm drivin' in (Drivin' in)
Culli' with the suicide doors, I'm feelin' alive (Alive)
Yeah, peep my drive, put a kite on my ride, I'm fly, huh, yeah
Out of my mind, first place winner, ain't come in no ties, nigga, huh
Look at my opps, they fallin' behind, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Waitin' on a nigga to cross the line, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put the Don Juli' in the cup, it's mine, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm about to serve 'em up one more time, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh, shit, baby, I'm too legit)
That's right, I'm racin' with no assist for real
New mindset, new whip, new deals
I'ma have to swap these out, new wheels
I see you got a shell, blue, chill Niggas be mad, they too in they feels
Lettin' them bullets loose, no Bill (Baow, baow, baow)
I feel like a superstar, for real
Every day choose my car, for real
Wowzers, who would've thought this here?
Bowser, bruise you dog, for real
Press L, boost my car, I'm ill
I'm finna go lunar, dog, for real
Should've been sooner, dog, for real
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, I ran up twenty-five million, f*ck (And then)
Then a whole twenty-five million plus (Oh, yeah)
If anybody deserve this shit, it's us, boy (Yeah, we up right now, huh)
I ain't too good, come sit with us, boy
I show you how to run shit up, boy
f*ck the 9-5s and buses, boy

[Bridge]
Ask who made me, I made me (Self-made)
They seen me fall, now watch me rise (Goin' up right now)
Don't try to race me to the finish line (Ready, set, go)
Nah (Go)

[Chorus]
I ran up twenty-five million, f*ck (And then)
Then a whole twenty-five million plus (Oh, yeah)
If anybody deserve this shit, it's us, boy (Yeah, we up right now, huh)
I ain't too good, come sit with us, boy
I show you how to run shit up, boy
f*ck the 9-5s and buses, boy

[Outro]
Lappin' these boys, I'm on my shit
Yeah, got my opps goin' sixty
Bry Tiller
I can't stop goin' sixty