Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let’s go
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, “How he purchase that himself?”
‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me
‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah
Reflecting on Success and Self-Reliance
In “Self-Made,” Bryson Tiller delivers a confident anthem celebrating his journey from humble beginnings to financial independence. The lyrics center around themes of self-reliance, rewarding oneself, and the pride that comes with personal achievement. Tiller uses vivid imagery—like designer brands and luxury purchases—to emphasize how far he’s come, while also highlighting the sacrifices and hard work behind his success. The refrain reinforces a message of resilience, as he treats himself to the finer things he’s earned and distances himself from negativity. Tiller doesn’t shy away from acknowledging his doubters, but firmly asserts that his rise is the result of his own efforts—not owed to anyone else.
Song Credits
- Artist: Bryson Tiller
- Release Year: 2017
- Label: RCA Records
- Songwriters: Bryson Tiller, Nesbitt Wesly, Cortez-Bryant