Choosing Fee ft. Yung X & KT Foreign Lyrics

Keep askin' me to make a song about the hoe

But I refuse to sing about a 304

Fuck 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 fuckin' 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

Fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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

Fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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

Fuck 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 fuckin' up your loaf

Put it here, lil' baby, I could use some new toes

A choosing fee, there's no free route