Chosen
I'm 'bout a go pop
Imma go get a bag and then go head and shop
Might just do a dance so go and hit the mop
Need to cool me down because I'm getting hot
Grim be cooking up this beat like it's a pot
I'm coming up next
I'm liking this money just look at my shoes
It even got checks
Wiping his nose like he just said ah chew
But he don't get blessed
So please don't slip the floor cause it's wet
Had to clean up my mess
The opps they wanna confess
Yeah I'm getting money, and it's showing
Getting in a car, and I'm going
When I'm on a song, I be flowing
Yeah I'm a star, bitch I'm chosen
I stay with the niggas that held me down, so you know we all gon eat
Can't fuck with the niggas that look like clowns, so I'm just gon give them a piece
Yeah I got the sauce but nothing like y'all, cause y'all niggas sour and sweet
I go to the mall, I go head and ball
Y'all niggas are nothing like me
I'm getting these chips like lays
Like Moneybagg Yo you played
When I get a fresh cut, and the fit looking tuff, then you know that a nigga is paid
It's me and my three, we come with the heat
I guess you can call me Dwade
I'm in the rap game, dunk on you like James
I want all the money, no fame
Yeah I'm getting money, and it's showing
Getting in the car, and I'm going
When I'm on a song, I be flowing
Yeah I'm a star, bitch I'm chosen
Yeah, I'm a king
I be married to the money, I got it a ring
Got a couple snow bunnies, I'm running a train
Need to call Johnny dang, to go buy a chain
So my ice can bling
I be moving quick
Y'all be moving slow
Don't know what chick to pick
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I'm flexing on this beat
But y'all already know
Y'all looking kinda dull
While I'm stuck with this glow
Yeah I'm so sick like the flu
I might just go get me some soup
I only like bills that are blue
I ain't going broke like I'm you
Imma be flyin' the coupe
Imma gonna hit like the flute
And if I went to go shoot
You would not have a clue
Yeah I'm getting money, and it's showing
Getting in the car, and I'm going
When I'm on a song, I be flowing
Yeah I'm a star, bitch I'm chosen
Imma go get a bag and then go head and shop
Might just do a dance so go and hit the mop
Need to cool me down because I'm getting hot
Grim be cooking up this beat like it's a pot
I'm coming up next
I'm liking this money just look at my shoes
It even got checks
Wiping his nose like he just said ah chew
But he don't get blessed
So please don't slip the floor cause it's wet
Had to clean up my mess
The opps they wanna confess
Yeah I'm getting money, and it's showing
Getting in a car, and I'm going
When I'm on a song, I be flowing
Yeah I'm a star, bitch I'm chosen
I stay with the niggas that held me down, so you know we all gon eat
Can't fuck with the niggas that look like clowns, so I'm just gon give them a piece
Yeah I got the sauce but nothing like y'all, cause y'all niggas sour and sweet
I go to the mall, I go head and ball
Y'all niggas are nothing like me
I'm getting these chips like lays
Like Moneybagg Yo you played
When I get a fresh cut, and the fit looking tuff, then you know that a nigga is paid
It's me and my three, we come with the heat
I guess you can call me Dwade
I'm in the rap game, dunk on you like James
I want all the money, no fame
Yeah I'm getting money, and it's showing
Getting in the car, and I'm going
When I'm on a song, I be flowing
Yeah I'm a star, bitch I'm chosen
Yeah, I'm a king
I be married to the money, I got it a ring
Got a couple snow bunnies, I'm running a train
Need to call Johnny dang, to go buy a chain
So my ice can bling
I be moving quick
Y'all be moving slow
Don't know what chick to pick
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I'm flexing on this beat
But y'all already know
Y'all looking kinda dull
While I'm stuck with this glow
Yeah I'm so sick like the flu
I might just go get me some soup
I only like bills that are blue
I ain't going broke like I'm you
Imma be flyin' the coupe
Imma gonna hit like the flute
And if I went to go shoot
You would not have a clue
Yeah I'm getting money, and it's showing
Getting in the car, and I'm going
When I'm on a song, I be flowing
Yeah I'm a star, bitch I'm chosen
Credits
Writer(s): Jamiah Hicks
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