CURREN$Y

CURREN$Y - Choosin

rate me

(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

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