Choosin’ Curren$y (Ft. Rick Ross & Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro]
'Shameka. Its not your fault
At least put a nigga's order in"

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, 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 nothing really, you should see me Sunday
I'm from New Orleans love, you know how I'm coming
Hop out that Impala, left the motor running
Them my lil homies front that store, they ain't gone touch it
Spitta where you goin', finna meet the money
I come through in that bread truck, everybody hungry
I be trynna keep it low, but the streets be talking
I heard they think I'm selling dope, on them walkie talkies
They worst than them bitches, them bitches be stalkin'
Outside checkin' for which car a nigga parkin'
She said she from Belize, but she can speak Ferrari
I roll that tree and I write a song about it in the morning

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it