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, fuck 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, fuck 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, fuck (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 Fuck 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, fuck (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 Fuck 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