Dizzy Berner

[Verse 1]
S63, AMG
Pretty bitches pay a fee, broke not the thing to be
A few really play the streets, cats tell them fairy tales
Brown paper bags full of hundreds, haters pray I fail
Baby on my phone, she talkin' money, is she ready
Shit, I made a hundred thousand already
Used to blow pelly, used to move truckloads of the reggie
Now we toast when we close deals over ten milli
My bags speak for me, I don't talk much
456 with the bag, get it off, uhh
Coffee colored leather, yeah, my smoke's much better
Tell a broke boy choke, you don't touch no cheddar
Your bitch wanna ride, chose my letter
Toast, keep the wetter, Joe Blow, might sweat her
Ralph Lauren or I rock my own sweater
Oh, you fresh? But you soft as a feather, pussy

[Hook]
Bag full of cash, new hundreds so crispy
Hand count every stack, Snowman, got me dizzy
Y Life, Blue Cookie so pissy
Fishtailin' out the lot, drunk drivin' got me dizzy
She can suck me off but not kiss me
I'm the man in my city, pray every bullet miss me
I'mma make a hundred mil' like 50
Smokin' kill, on the real, yeah, these pills got me dizzy