Daddy Yankee, French Montana - Self Made lyrics

[Daddy Yankee, French Montana - Self Made lyrics]

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire
Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire
Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire
Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire

Leaning over bottles with that Henny
Fucking with some models and the
Diamonds I got plenty, plenty
Twenties on that sticky
Feel em when I ride em eyes lookin chinky
I’m popping on that waters
Stayin on them hoes
You think I hit the lotto
What she chargin for a show
I’m chargin for my rider, oh ah
Shawty see me shining
Says she fucking with the kid
That’s the mortgage on my pinky
And a mansion on my whip
I say hop up in that whip
Put them up well bitches follow
Let me take you where live
You would think I was hotter
And I’m the self made millionaire
Next stop billionaire ask ’em on the corner
I done made about a million there

Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire
El mundo me conoce ya i got fans everywhere
Catch me fly in my lair
Chains feel like a chandelier
Landin to the road of riches
You can stop and watch me stare!
French Montana, en la big manzana
You can’t fuck with his level
Nos vemos, hasta mañana!
Do my thing papa, tattoos en la tata
Told her my name is Daddy
She call me the big papa
Puertorro gave me the heart, yeah
New York gave me the swag, yeah
Frontin' it ain’t no good
So millones watching my back
Self made but I’ve been paid
Tu no juegas like we play
My pockets are rockstar, le gusta lo grande

Oh oh everywhere I go people know my story
In the hood they show me love
Oh oh everywhere I go
Llego con los mios, con un piquete cabrón

Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire
Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire
Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire
Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire

Ain’t nobody got it like Daddy
Ain’t nobody livin like Daddy
I’ve been the king for like twenty years
Tell me who did it like that!
Hoopty it to hovercraft, tell me
Who flipping like that, that
Hand the keys to my waitress, told
Me who tip it like that, uh!
Take it, break it
Tell your daddy what you want
I’mma wait up, BOB and adios
I’m outhere in Venezuela
Pues I go pa Bruselas
Y en el avion tengo una azafata que modela
One hand up to the ceiling
If you’re self made and you
Came up with the realest
Now two hands up to the ceiling
If you got it made and
You feelin like I’m feelin

Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire
Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire
Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire
Self made millionaire, next stop billionaire

Oh oh everywhere I go people know my story
In the hood they show me love
Oh oh everywhere I go
Llego con los mios, con un piquete cabrón

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