Choosin by Currensy
[Verse 1: curren$y]
Daytime � lights on
Hell yeah I�m frontin� but you love it
I don�t hide, bitch, I�m high when I�m in public
Even in my everyday ride I be stuntin�
This is nothin�, really, you should see me sunday
I�m from new orleans, love, so you know how I�m comin�
Hop out that impala, left the motor runnin�
There�s my lil� homies front that store, they ain�t gon� touch it
�spitta, where you goin�?�
I�m finna make the money
I come through in that bread truck, everybody hungry
I be tryna keep it low, but the streets be talkin�
I heard they think I�m sellin� dope, on them walkie-talkies
They worse than them bitches, them bitches be stalkin�
Outside checkin� for which car a nigga parked in
She said she from belize, but she can speak ferrari
I roll that tree and write a song about it in the morning
[Hook: curren$y]
Pull up in that� and them bitches start choosin�
Choosin�, choosin�, choosin�, choosin�
Pull off in that� and them haters gon� lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Pull up in that� and them bitches start choosin�
Choosin�, choosin�, choosin�, choosin�
Pull off in that� and them haters gon� lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
[Verse 2: wiz khalifa]
Pull up pushin� buttons, blowin� og like it�s nothin�
Marijuana fussin�, smokin� loud, it�s no discussion
Black and yellow, black and yellow, somethin� out of nothin�
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