First Place

[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