Choosin (feat. Big Moochie Grape)
Muney
Count a hundred, hit the spot, then make a bowl of noodles (Yuh)
Your nigga rocking bullshit diamonds
No one knows his jeweler (No one)
Look at his wrist, look at my wrist
Tell me who is you choosin', bitch
My shit dancing, doing tricks, I bet my wrist can do a split
All the fuck niggas gon' hate and all the trap niggas gon' win (Trap)
Got grass on me like Marshawn Lynch
And I got hoes on me like Prince (On God)
She said she wanna take a pic (What?), shit, I wanna make a flick (Ha)
Yeah, I wanna make a movie (Yuh)
Come on, ho, let's do it
Yeah, this bitch fine and bougie (Turn her on)
And she mixed like a smoothie
I switch bitches like my watches, I ain't gon' lie, I'm kinda choosy
This bitch wet like a Jacuzzi
Hitting her on this dry-ass Tuesday
Want a date? Then bitch, I'm choosin'
Opps been getting dropped like some music (Pah, pah, pah)
I can't let these niggas do me
I got guns off Call of Duty
Grab this Glock or grab this chop
Or grab this damn Five-seveN Ruger (Let's go)
I been chillin', I been coolin'
Tryna stay cool, I'm improving (I'm cool)
Niggas say they getting money, show me some, you gotta prove it
I been spending plenty blues
And I ain't have to sign to the Jewish (No)
Shit, I feel like a magician, turn a bad ho to a groupie
Want a cap nigga or trap nigga? Tell me which one you choosin'
Haha, which one you choosin'? (Which one?)
Be smart
Count a hundred, hit the spot, then make a bowl of noodles (Yeah)
Your nigga rocking bullshit diamonds
No one knows his jeweler (No one)
Look at his wrist, look at my wrist
Tell me who is you choosin', bitch
My shit dancing, doing tricks, I bet my wrist can do a split
How the fuck niggas gon' hate and all the trap niggas gon' win? (Trap)
Got grass on me like Marshawn Lynch
And I got hoes on me like Prince (On God)
She said she wanna take a pic, shit, I wanna make a flick (Ha)
So which one is you choosin', ho? A pic or a flick?
Yuh, yuh, Big Moochie
Gigantic
The biggest
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Humongous)
Huh, let's go
Diamonds on Big Moochie Grape, they Michael Jackson moving (Jackson)
I don't know nothin' but dope, guns and money
'Cause I was influenced (Grrt, bah)
I was broke as fuck, bitch, now I'm up
Because my money congruent (I'm up)
Your bitch want Grape, she all in my face
'Cause I'm the young nigga she screwing
Nine years old when I had my first toolie (Nine)
Got your bitch watching like Tubi (Tubi)
Uh, watch on snow, cold chain on smoothie (Icy, icy)
Baby, your nigga a bum and he losing (Bitch)
Living my life like I played in a movie (Played in a movie)
Send my lil' niggas, they pull up, start shooting (Grrt, bah)
Pull your bitch to the side 'cause I got moving (Pull her to the side)
I'm a young nigga that really gon' do it (Gon' do it)
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah (Yessir, yessir)
Big Moochie
I been getting so much damn money, man, that shit getting stupid (Yuh)
I can't fuck with none of these niggas
'Cause they broke and foolish (They broke)
These niggas talking to the police, man, they Ratatouille (They hoes)
And bitch, I'm up, I mean so up, I can't do no more losing (No, no)
Uh, we fuck shit up, we shoot shit up
The only way we know how to do it (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Superstar, Big Moochie
I keep them blues on me just like an Avatar (Racks, racks)
Paper Route business, lil' nigga play game
Bet your ass won't make it far
Bitch, gigantic
Count a hundred, hit the spot, then make a bowl of noodles (Yuh)
Your nigga rocking bullshit diamonds
No one knows his jeweler (No one)
Look at his wrist, look at my wrist
Tell me who is you choosin', bitch
My shit dancing, doing tricks, I bet my wrist can do a split
All the fuck niggas gon' hate and all the trap niggas gon' win (Trap)
Got grass on me like Marshawn Lynch
And I got hoes on me like Prince (On God)
She said she wanna take a pic (What?), shit, I wanna make a flick (Ha)
Yeah, I wanna make a movie (Yuh)
Come on, ho, let's do it
Yeah, this bitch fine and bougie (Turn her on)
And she mixed like a smoothie
I switch bitches like my watches, I ain't gon' lie, I'm kinda choosy
This bitch wet like a Jacuzzi
Hitting her on this dry-ass Tuesday
Want a date? Then bitch, I'm choosin'
Opps been getting dropped like some music (Pah, pah, pah)
I can't let these niggas do me
I got guns off Call of Duty
Grab this Glock or grab this chop
Or grab this damn Five-seveN Ruger (Let's go)
I been chillin', I been coolin'
Tryna stay cool, I'm improving (I'm cool)
Niggas say they getting money, show me some, you gotta prove it
I been spending plenty blues
And I ain't have to sign to the Jewish (No)
Shit, I feel like a magician, turn a bad ho to a groupie
Want a cap nigga or trap nigga? Tell me which one you choosin'
Haha, which one you choosin'? (Which one?)
Be smart
Count a hundred, hit the spot, then make a bowl of noodles (Yeah)
Your nigga rocking bullshit diamonds
No one knows his jeweler (No one)
Look at his wrist, look at my wrist
Tell me who is you choosin', bitch
My shit dancing, doing tricks, I bet my wrist can do a split
How the fuck niggas gon' hate and all the trap niggas gon' win? (Trap)
Got grass on me like Marshawn Lynch
And I got hoes on me like Prince (On God)
She said she wanna take a pic, shit, I wanna make a flick (Ha)
So which one is you choosin', ho? A pic or a flick?
Yuh, yuh, Big Moochie
Gigantic
The biggest
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Humongous)
Huh, let's go
Diamonds on Big Moochie Grape, they Michael Jackson moving (Jackson)
I don't know nothin' but dope, guns and money
'Cause I was influenced (Grrt, bah)
I was broke as fuck, bitch, now I'm up
Because my money congruent (I'm up)
Your bitch want Grape, she all in my face
'Cause I'm the young nigga she screwing
Nine years old when I had my first toolie (Nine)
Got your bitch watching like Tubi (Tubi)
Uh, watch on snow, cold chain on smoothie (Icy, icy)
Baby, your nigga a bum and he losing (Bitch)
Living my life like I played in a movie (Played in a movie)
Send my lil' niggas, they pull up, start shooting (Grrt, bah)
Pull your bitch to the side 'cause I got moving (Pull her to the side)
I'm a young nigga that really gon' do it (Gon' do it)
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah (Yessir, yessir)
Big Moochie
I been getting so much damn money, man, that shit getting stupid (Yuh)
I can't fuck with none of these niggas
'Cause they broke and foolish (They broke)
These niggas talking to the police, man, they Ratatouille (They hoes)
And bitch, I'm up, I mean so up, I can't do no more losing (No, no)
Uh, we fuck shit up, we shoot shit up
The only way we know how to do it (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Superstar, Big Moochie
I keep them blues on me just like an Avatar (Racks, racks)
Paper Route business, lil' nigga play game
Bet your ass won't make it far
Bitch, gigantic
Credits
Writer(s): Kenny Muney, Danil Pavlov, Big Moochie Grape
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