Curren$y
Текст песни Choosin

(feat. Wiz Khalifa & Rick Ross)

[Intro:]
Hey, hey, hey
Harlem, make noise!
New Jersey city!

Uh, daytime lights on (lights on)
Hell yeah I'm fronting, bitch you love it
I don't hide bitch, I'm high when I'm in public
Even in my everyday ride I'd be stunting
This is nothing really, you should see me...
I'm from New Orleans, love, you know how I'm coming
Hop out that..., left the motor running
Them my lil homies front that store, they ain't gone touch it
Spitter, where you goin',...meet the money
I come through in that bread truck, everybody hungry
I be trynna keep it low, but the streets be talking
I heard they think I'm selling dope, on em walkie talkies
They worst than them bitches, them bitches be stalking
Outside checkin for which car a nigga parking
She said she from Belize, but she can speak Ferrari
I roll that tree and I write a song about it in the morning.

Hook (x2)
Pull up in that...and them bitches start choosin
Choosin, choosin, choosin, choosin
Pull off in that ... and them haters gone lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

Pull up, pushing buttons blowing OG like it's nothing
Marijuana fuzz, smoking loud is no discussion
Black and yellow, black and yellow, something out of nothing
Choppers like the Russians, bust your head that's a concussion

Full time grinder, all the time hustling
Bitch, I'm from the Burg so you know that I be thugging
Made it from the bottom, so in God we put our trust in
Certified stoner, get a raw and put a... in
Rari's, Rari's, Rari's, Lamborghini hari kari
Suicidal doors, tell the owner I said sorry
Pull up in that you know, pockets felt like sumo
Taylor Gang or...

Hook (x2)
Pull up in that...and them bitches start choosin
Choosin, choosin, choosin, choosin
Pull off in that ... and them haters gone lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

My homies, we sold pills,
The motive was chrome wheels
Pulling up to club live, making them hoes peel
My niggas was way trill, wardrobe was unreal
My Cuban was Spanish gold, so vintage as my...
I'm talking the facts of life, can I just have a slice?
Backseats at the game, Bron having the night
Let him go check the stats, cause all I want is the racks
Even moving the ... I'm getting sixty a hat
...Cuban cigars, bomber cloud, he think he got us!
Double M, we the hottest on the fucking turf (blow!)
I'm going straight to Heaven, crib built like the church!

Hook (x2)
Pull up in that...and them bitches start choosin
Choosin, choosin, choosin, choosin
Pull off in that ... and them haters gone lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it