Choosing Fee (feat. Yung X & KT Foreign) Video (MV)

Keep askin' me to make a song about the hoe
But I refuse to sing about a 304
F*ck the bitch, make a song about the dough
Add me up, I got blues like a loc
I got gas in this blunt, cheesecake, oreo
Where your folks, bitch, I heard that he was f*ckin' up your loaf
Put it here, lil' baby, I could use some new toes
A choosing fee, there's no free route
Aye, bitch, I talk real dirty, I got a mud mouth
Bitch, I like high heels with the buns out
Hoe, I can get chose with my mouth closed
To get pi is 16 x 304
Aye, bitch, now I'm back on beat
We was slidin' to the west, now we back on east
Aye, I put a lot of hoes back on feet
Truth will set you free but get you killed for tellin' on me
Aye, I need a hoe, not a new bae
You be doin' what you want instead of what I say
All this talkin' back and forth, don't get no pape
Once you free, there's no comin' back, no second takes
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Once you free, there's no comin' back, no second takes
Keep askin' me to make a song about the hoe
But I refuse to sing about a 304
F*ck the bitch, make a song about the dough
Add me up, I got blues like a loc
I got gas in this blunt, cheesecake, oreo
Where your folks, bitch, I heard that he was f*ckin' up your loaf
Put it here, lil' baby, I could use some new toes
A choosing fee, there's no free route
Me, I'm a real 16
I get happy every time I check her cheese
Her ex folks mad, cause he ain't no pro
Her ex folks mad, cause he don't check no dough
This pink Maserati, love to paint E-14
I was on Fig, checkin' 10 out a snow
My last foot was addicted to the snow
But not addicted to this yimpin', so that bitch had to go, go, go
Aye, money on the floor
It's money through the door, I'm up a hundred plus more
I charge fees, that's just how that game go
Free f*ckin' you, bitch, that's a no-no
Do you know who I am, baby
I'm a pro member
A Maserati blockbender
Uh, a true-born go-getter
So watch what you say to a yimp, bitch
Keep askin' me to make a song about the hoe
But I refuse to sing about a 304
F*ck the bitch, make a song about the dough
Add me up, I got blues like a loc
I got gas in this blunt, cheesecake, oreo
Where your folks, bitch, I heard that he was f*ckin' up your loaf
Put it here, lil' baby, I could use some new toes
A choosing fee, there's no free route
Put her on my program, picked her up off Rosecrans
Heavy bag, hand in here, it look better in my hands
Look, baby, before I let you choose, you gotta pay me
Yeah, yo, nigga blew the bag, you still went back
That's janky
Aye, stomp down, I like to paid bitch
A net goer, roadrunner, she gon' pay here
Look, if you ain't got no trap, you gotta stay there
I can smell a renegade comin' with some pape near
Main street on pimp mode with two hoes
I'm footed up, I hit Fig and confiscated two more
I'm sorry, brother, you could have her later if you want her
Broke on her, then I left her on the corner
Yeah, aye aye , I feel like Capolow
If you really got a bag, then stop cappin', hoe
Real stomper, I ain't f*ckin' with no f** one
Before you ask my choosin' fee, have your bag up
Keep askin' me to make a song about the hoe
But I refuse to sing about a 304
F*ck the bitch, make a song about the dough
Add me up, I got blues like a loc
I got gas in this blunt, cheesecake, oreo
Where your folks, bitch, I heard that he was f*ckin' up your loaf
Put it here, lil' baby, I could use some new toes
A choosing fee, there's no free route