Dizzy Wright – Fashion Ft. Kid Ink & Honey Cocaine (Official Music Video)



Off his “The Golden Age” mixtape, Dizzy Wright releases the official visuals for his music video “Fashion” featuring Kid Ink & Honey Cocaine. This is a HotNewHipHop exclusive with Funk Volume.

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Directed & Edited by: Armen Soudjian
Executive Producer: Saro D.

43 thoughts on “Dizzy Wright – Fashion Ft. Kid Ink & Honey Cocaine (Official Music Video)

  1. Intro:]
    Yeah yeah, I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
    I got the homies with me…

    [Hook x2]
    Now nigga dat, now nigga dat
    Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion x3
    And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
    All gold and I'm flashy

    [Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
    Yo, Jeremy Scotts or these thirteens?
    (Which one?) With the wings
    But I'm fly like Jordan off of that first string (can't decide)
    Call me fresh prince, with this flattop, I'mma take you back
    Retros with that face to match
    Take a risk when I lace the kicks
    Cause I walk on the crowd
    Call it cloud surfing
    I'm the man out here
    Shoe game clean, nigga and my gear
    Nigga nigga
    You a fan out here
    You're a fucking with a lame
    Baby stand right here, yeah
    Give it up to a new nigga
    Kid ill, he a true spitter
    Shoes with ya, she Teyana Taylor bad with a nice round ass
    Trying to see what I'mma do with her, yeah yeah
    Let her get it if she back into it
    Button up with a snap included
    Young nigga with a chest full of tats
    Get back fore' I kick you with the Patrick Ewing
    Can't stop and it won't stop
    Nigga you rap but you won't pop
    Its a long shot
    Dirty nigga you have no style
    Low key, you in the wrong spot
    Let the beat drop
    Dre beats for the beep-bop
    Good weed, I'm on a tree clock
    I don't see hate
    Make way for the young boys
    Getting rich its a good day
    Good god, I'm
    So fly I don't need help
    We making moves, wear your seat belt
    Shit finna get real
    For the club
    Cause I'm getting hella love
    And I'm just getting my feet wet

    [Hook x2]
    Now nigga dat, now nigga dat
    Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion x3
    And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
    All gold and I'm flashy

    [Verse 2: Honey Cocaine]
    Im fresh as fuck if you ask me
    (all gold and im flashy)
    Come thru wearing like 6 chains
    Chanel shit from the 70s
    Your shit wack, your shit lame
    I'm shiting all on the enemies
    Them double Cs, French shit
    Rose gold piece, im a french bitch
    Gold so soft you can bend it
    But this shit so heavy, im dented
    Like god, damn, got white gold
    Got goldie gold, got 24 carat thats Kobe gold
    We T.dot kids
    They know we cold
    Like , ugh, shit
    You ain't no star, got no time
    You got no bars, you got no rhymes
    And you wearing shit i wore in 09'
    How you feel when you late as fuck
    Copy my style, gon' scrape it up
    I be feeling like a milli when I'm waking up
    My main bitch out in Philli she'll shape you up (ugh)
    You worry about looking like a 10
    You better worry about keeping it a hunnid
    All those clothes don't really mean shit
    Cuz' the weak hoes get no lovin'
    Been fresh then a bitch, since 9th grade
    Show you how to ball, in 9 ways
    The north side bitches be bad as fuck
    Coolin' in some Js them 9 greys
    Prolly 80K on my fucking neck that's Why the 'G'est of the 'G'est
    Niggas show me respect

    [Hook x2]
    Now nigga dat, now nigga dat
    Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion x3
    And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
    All gold and I'm flashy

    [Verse 3 :Kid Ink]
    Fresh as fuck i need a lifestyle
    Condom, my lifestyle
    Ain't common, just let me school you like mr.high tower
    Higher then a concord
    Pair high top 11s on
    Niggas know im a fashion killa
    So you better have your weapon drawn,
    The best dressed and i bet on it
    100k round my neck, golden
    Less friends with more money
    Drivin' round like a crash dummy,
    Young city boy and i know it
    Long socks see the stance,
    I got these naked and famous hoes
    Tryna get all in my pants (damn)
    Flyer than Pan Am
    Always in beast mode
    But PETA said no lamb skin
    Fake furs, no fake sneakers
    Im ballin in Balmain
    Dress to kill by the grim reaper
    Alumni snap, fuck Tisa
    You niggas all dressed in fuck-season
    I walk thru the sand in these LeBron James southbeachers
    I dont give a damn i got two pairs,one without creases
    Wild'n'out for no reason
    Red bottoms on the red carpet
    Fashion for what i headstarted, the run way
    Nigga dont play

    [Hook x2]
    Now nigga dat, now nigga dat
    Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion x3
    And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
    All gold and I'm flashy

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