Lyrics to Self Made
Young nigga, put that shit on, boy, I'm flyer than a bitch
Them boys ain't no ballers, baby, they the ones gon' ride the bench
Put it in they face and make 'em shut up, twin, that's how you kill 'em
We ain't conversatin' 'bout no money, then I'ma catch up with ya
Outfit check, icy wrist wet
Shades on, bankroll
Pass me the ball, we gon' win it all
I'm a self-made boss, that young nigga raw
A boss talkin', shut the fuck up and do what I said, bitch
Feet hurtin', that's why the bottom of my shoes red, bitch
Rich nigga, I'm eatin' good, I'm still duckin' the feds, bitch
Young nigga, this how I'm livin', trap ain't never dead, bitch
Ran up comma after comma, remember they was tryna sentence me
He's a broke bitch, lil' mama, might as well save your energy
This ain't a regular TRX, this upgraded from Hennessy
He talkin' shit but he dead broke, boy, these nigga be killin' me
I make hatin' nigga mad, and that's facts
I can show a million cash, all blue racks
My young nigga ready to— they love hats
Real snapper, I don't do no playin', and that's that, nigga
Young nigga, put that shit on, boy, I'm flyer than a bitch
Them boys ain't no ballers, baby, they the ones gon' ride the bench
Put it in they face and make 'em shut up, twin, that's how you kill 'em
We ain't conversatin' 'bout no money, then I'ma catch up with ya
Outfit check, icy wrist wet
Shades on, bankroll
Pass me the ball, we gon' win it all
I'm a self-made boss, that young nigga raw
Chase the money, chase the money
Them boys ain't no ballers, baby, they the ones gon' ride the bench
Put it in they face and make 'em shut up, twin, that's how you kill 'em
We ain't conversatin' 'bout no money, then I'ma catch up with ya
Outfit check, icy wrist wet
Shades on, bankroll
Pass me the ball, we gon' win it all
I'm a self-made boss, that young nigga raw
A boss talkin', shut the fuck up and do what I said, bitch
Feet hurtin', that's why the bottom of my shoes red, bitch
Rich nigga, I'm eatin' good, I'm still duckin' the feds, bitch
Young nigga, this how I'm livin', trap ain't never dead, bitch
Ran up comma after comma, remember they was tryna sentence me
He's a broke bitch, lil' mama, might as well save your energy
This ain't a regular TRX, this upgraded from Hennessy
He talkin' shit but he dead broke, boy, these nigga be killin' me
I make hatin' nigga mad, and that's facts
I can show a million cash, all blue racks
My young nigga ready to— they love hats
Real snapper, I don't do no playin', and that's that, nigga
Young nigga, put that shit on, boy, I'm flyer than a bitch
Them boys ain't no ballers, baby, they the ones gon' ride the bench
Put it in they face and make 'em shut up, twin, that's how you kill 'em
We ain't conversatin' 'bout no money, then I'ma catch up with ya
Outfit check, icy wrist wet
Shades on, bankroll
Pass me the ball, we gon' win it all
I'm a self-made boss, that young nigga raw
Chase the money, chase the money
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