First Place Lyrics – Bryson Tiller

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[Intro]
Nah, I’m finna go bananas for real
Three, two
Yeah, hey, huh
We going Donkey Kong, straight ape s*it, n!gga (Huh-huh, huh-huh)

[Chorus]
I ran up twenty-five million, fu*k
Then a whole twenty-five million plus, yeah
I’m out of my feelings, yeah, huh
I’m putting my ceilings up, damn, huh
Getting my coin, hitting that box like, huh, huh, yeah

Gimme my coin, hitting that box like wham, bam, bam

[Verse]
Yup, run up twenty-five million, fu*k
Spent it all on my children, yup, yeah (What’s up, what’s up, what’s up?)
She staring at the coupe, tryna peep what I’m driving in (Driving in)
Culli’ with the suicide doors, I’m feeling 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 tie, n!gga, huh
Look at my opps, they falling behind, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Waiting on a n!gga to cross the line, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Putting Don Juli’ in the cup, it’s mine, yeah, yeah, yeah
I might have to serve ’em up one more time, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh s*it, baby, I’m too legit)
That’s right, I’m racing 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
N!ggas be mad, they too in they feels
Letting 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 dawg, for real
Press L, boost my car, I’m ill

I’m finna go lunar, dawg, for real
Should’ve been sooner, dawg, for real

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

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

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

[Outro]
Lapping these boys, I’m on my s*it
Yeah, got my opps going sick
God Tiller, yeah
I can’t stop going sick