Trademark Da Skydiver - Rite nah (feat. dizzy wright) lyrics

Speeding up the strip in my whip rolling, rolling rolling. Smashing going through traffic like that b**h stolen, stolen, stolen. Cruising through the city, homie straight zoning. Blind like a black car, money state on it. Shout out to my real homies, not them fake phonies. Either way we gon get paid with her irregardless. Clearly this fd sh** hitting the hardest. Me and traso on this sh**, who would have thought it? What it is, what it, what it do. Shorty we go in the party, getting love from everybody. Getting kushed out in this b**h like it's four-twenty. Pockets full of paper hoe, you get nothing from me. Riches over b**hes momma, don't you be no dummy. I'm just tryin to smash, love, you ain't gettin no money. Stacking Franklins up high as tall as Paul Bunyan. A plus status, b**h, I'm one hundred Oh yes once again it's going down. Counting up these racks, smoking out the pound. Only real n***as around me, I don't f** with clowns. On the come up, getting my funds up b**h. My time is now, right now, right now.. Plotting up, ain't stop me, no way, no how You could call me Dizzy f**in right now. Look at my bank, all I can do is smile. I'm getting rich and you don't even know it. Why you don't show it? Cause these f** a** n***as don't need to know it. I keep it G when I'm on your instrumental. In the back of the venue, smoking behind these tinted windows. I don't run around with a lot of n***as. I'm too low key, I control me, I don't follow n***as. And I don't sidetrack without contact. n***a if you gon bomb first we gon bomb back. Cadillac all black parked in the back boxed out, n***a that's that. Penthouse we kicked up, outcast and I'm big boy pimped up. Big weed jar, you ain't tryin to lift up. We the it n***a, you ain't tryin to get bugged. Get that money trip, you ain't sh**. All a n***a really wanted was a quick nut. Knowin knows when my fist up. You ain't never met a n***a like me, n***a never. Ev, you tell me who do it better. My time is forever, whatever Oh yes once again it's going down. Counting up these racks, smoking out the pound. Only real n***as around me, I don't f** with clowns. On the come up, getting my funds up b**h. My time is now, right now, right now.. Plotting up, ain't stop me, no way, no how