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First Place

2:09r&b, trap soul Album Solace & The Vices 2025-10-02

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Description

Synthesizer, Keyboards, Programmer, Producer: Charlie Heat

Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Bryson Tiller

Lyricist, Composer: Ernest Brown III

Lyricist, Composer: Bobby Wooten

Composer, Lyricist: Keith Sweat

Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Mike Seaberg

Assistant Engineer: Chris Bhikoo

Lyrics and translation

Original

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)

I ran up 25 million, fuck

Then a whole 25 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

Yup, run up 25 million, fuck

Spent 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 tie, 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)

Puttin' 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, 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

Huh, huh, I ran up 25 million, fuck (and then)

Then a whole 25 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

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, nah (ready, set, go)

I ran up 25 million, fuck (and then)

Then a whole 25 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

Lappin' these boys, I'm on my shit

Yeah, got my opps goin' 60

Bry Tiller

I can't stop goin' 60

Watch video Bryson Tiller - First Place

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