CC’s & Visas Lyrics – Dizzle West
Singer: Dizzle West
Title: CC’s & Visas
All we talk is money over here
But you can’t have none
I can’t ever put my love into a wh#re nomore
Only f#cking for my riches ‘cause she poor poor poor
If she ask me for a dolla, girl you better holla
I can’t ever put my love into a wh#re nomore
I can’t ever put my love into a wh#re nomore
Only f#cking for my riches ‘cause she poor poor poor
If she ask me for a dolla, girl you better holla
I can’t ever put my love into a wh#re nomore
Gucci this and gucci that
Louis shoes and louis bag
Prada shade and prada hat
Might dolce gabbana that
I be on an island look something like where bahamas at
Since your daddy in the pen house i be where your mama at
Give her dick i give her that
Stroke it while she throws it back
Showed her that i was the goat
Since i did she f#ck me back
Ain’t know what it was i packed
Roll ‘em up we smoking that
Sent 2 shots sent 40 back
They like what the f#ck is that
That’s just how i step on n#gg#s
That’s just my effect on n#gg#s
I am not no b#tch bro if it’s beef then i’m addressing n#gg#s
Just look at how i dress on n#gg#s
I’m the salad with all the dressing n#gg#
n#gg#s need a stylist i keep wondering who dressing n#gg#s
When you got it it’s not a flex it’s just real life
Don’t care what you give on the gram you can’t see me in real life
This gram beef i don’t feel like
You’ll get slumped in real life
Married to my label thought i told y’all that’s my real wife
I can’t ever put my love into a wh#re nomore
Only f#cking for my riches ‘cause she poor poor poor
If she ask me for a dolla, girl you better holla
I can’t ever put my love into a wh#re nomore
I can’t ever put my love into a wh#re nomore
Only f#cking for my riches ‘cause she poor poor poor
If she ask me for a dolla, girl you better holla
I can’t ever put my love into a wh#re nomore
Uh
Uh huh, uh
Balenciaga, yes mama, prima donna
Usually i rock prada sometimes gabbana
p#ss# so good last minute trip to tijuana
Bad b#tch aesthetic it’s from my mama
Big birkin bag, baby got back
Bend it over touch them toes, baby throw that #ss
If you want what i got better blow a f#cking bag
Run me all his digits then his credit do the dash
He ain’t got money?
That’s a no go, can’t f#ck no free promo
Ain’t cheap this ain’t bogo
This lv not polo
I want the kellys and the birkins all hermès sh#t
They only dropped ten of these i’m a limited b#tch
Really b#tch i get busy b#tch don’t get silly b#tch
I got playas out in new york, houston, & philly b#tch
I’d never gas my lifestyle, i’m so fetch, i’m really rich
Brown mink furs and chinchillas like dizzy did
Back on my bully b#tch (back on my b#llsh#t)
I be strapped it’s a full clip (i wish you would b#tch)
Any hood i’m in i’m good b#tch
〈(these n#gg#s know my body
I keep that sh#t beside me case these n#gg#s try to line me)〉
I can’t ever put my love into a wh#re nomore
Only f#cking for my riches ‘cause she poor poor poor
If she ask me for a dolla, girl you better holla
I can’t ever put my love into a wh#re nomore
I can’t ever put my love into a wh#re nomore
Only f#cking for my riches ‘cause she poor poor poor
If she ask me for a dolla, girl you better holla
I can’t ever put my love into a wh#re nomore
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