"Dizzy" lyrics
I been tryna get it all my life, plus I'm higher than a kite
Christian Louboutin suede white leader spikes
Watching [?] a lot especially when you lead the ice
My team want me to ball like when Bulls needed Mike
Count my money ny the height
Blue L.A. fitted, master stitching in my Nikes
Ask me did I hit it, I say nigga that was like
Shitting on these hoes, I won't even use the wipe
Run on the stage and take the mic
Like this shit is mine, I been patient cause I'm nice
Let y'all nigas shine, now it's time to dim the lights
Fuck [?] I been grinding all my life
It's only right, dizzy violator so the boss is gon tight
Going off the head, I ain't even have to write
I just wanna shoot, he ain't even tryna fight
They like what this really bout
Is you blackballed, I'm still tryna figure it out
Rappers show me love like they do it in the South
You ain't Roc Nation til you sit on any couch
That's a fact, see me in the clubs, you ain't gotta give me dap
I don't play tag, bitch I'm it on every track
I should get it tatted New York City on my back
Cause it's really on my back
Still I'm in the field buying pros, where they are
Still doing loans, tryna hit em hundred stacks
Four mills was on, I ain't even wanna rat
We ain't tryna wait nigga, niggas want it now
Tommy Goodfellas, if you think I'm funny, how
All about that money and make sure that money pile
All my niggas hungry, you can hear our stomachs growl
This isn't fair
Bet I'll take your honey if you keep poking at the bear
All these bitches on me, when I pull up I don't care
Most these hoes phony, if you know me, I'm aware
Yeah, there's no compare
I'm one of them niggas your nigga tryna get near
Only signatures, me flying in the left
Long run pieces on the designer fits I wear
Y'all gotta stop, only come around when you down, then you pop
Sitting with a frown, thinking how we on top
Y'all niggas be hating all your life
We ain't tryna wait nigga, niggas want it now
Tommy Goodfellas, if you think I'm funny, how
All about that money and make sure that money pile
All my niggas hungry, you can hear our stomachs growl
Christian Louboutin suede white leader spikes
Watching [?] a lot especially when you lead the ice
My team want me to ball like when Bulls needed Mike
Count my money ny the height
Blue L.A. fitted, master stitching in my Nikes
Ask me did I hit it, I say nigga that was like
Shitting on these hoes, I won't even use the wipe
Run on the stage and take the mic
Like this shit is mine, I been patient cause I'm nice
Let y'all nigas shine, now it's time to dim the lights
Fuck [?] I been grinding all my life
It's only right, dizzy violator so the boss is gon tight
Going off the head, I ain't even have to write
I just wanna shoot, he ain't even tryna fight
They like what this really bout
Is you blackballed, I'm still tryna figure it out
Rappers show me love like they do it in the South
You ain't Roc Nation til you sit on any couch
That's a fact, see me in the clubs, you ain't gotta give me dap
I don't play tag, bitch I'm it on every track
I should get it tatted New York City on my back
Cause it's really on my back
Still I'm in the field buying pros, where they are
Still doing loans, tryna hit em hundred stacks
Four mills was on, I ain't even wanna rat
We ain't tryna wait nigga, niggas want it now
Tommy Goodfellas, if you think I'm funny, how
All about that money and make sure that money pile
All my niggas hungry, you can hear our stomachs growl
This isn't fair
Bet I'll take your honey if you keep poking at the bear
All these bitches on me, when I pull up I don't care
Most these hoes phony, if you know me, I'm aware
Yeah, there's no compare
I'm one of them niggas your nigga tryna get near
Only signatures, me flying in the left
Long run pieces on the designer fits I wear
Y'all gotta stop, only come around when you down, then you pop
Sitting with a frown, thinking how we on top
Y'all niggas be hating all your life
We ain't tryna wait nigga, niggas want it now
Tommy Goodfellas, if you think I'm funny, how
All about that money and make sure that money pile
All my niggas hungry, you can hear our stomachs growl
