Choosin lyrics

[Intro: Kenny Muney]
Muney

[Chorus: Kenny Muney]
Count a hundred, hit the spot, then make a bowl of noodles (Yuh)
Your n*gga rocking bullsh*t diamonds, no one knows his jeweler (No one)
Look at his wrist, look at my wrist, tell me who is you choosin', b*tch
My sh*t dancing, doing tricks, I bet my wrist can do a split
How the f*ck n*ggas gon' hate and all the trap n*ggas 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?), sh*t, I wanna make a flick (Ha)

[Verse 1: Kenny Muney]
Yeah, I wanna make a movie (Yuh)
Come on, ho, let's do it
Yeah, this b*tch fine and bougie (Turn her on)
And she mixed like a smoothie
I switch b*tches like my watchеs, I ain't gon' lie, I'm kinda choosy
This b*tch wet like a Jacuzzi
Hitting hеr on this dry-ass Tuesday
Want a date? Then b*tch, I'm choosin'
Opps been getting dropped like some music (Pah, pah, pah)
I can't let these n*ggas 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)
n*ggas 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)
sh*t, I feel like a magician, turn a bad ho to a groupie
Want a cap n*gga or trap n*gga? Tell me which one you choosin'
Haha, which one you choosin'? (Which one?)
Be smart
[Chorus: Kenny Muney]
Count a hundred, hit the spot, then make a bowl of noodles (Yeah)
Your n*gga rocking bullsh*t diamonds, no one knows his jeweler (No one)
Look at his wrist, look at my wrist, tell me who is you choosin', b*tch
My sh*t dancing, doing tricks, I bet my wrist can do a split
How the f*ck n*ggas gon' hate and all the trap n*ggas 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, sh*t, I wanna make a flick (Ha)

[Interlude: Kenny Muney & Big Moochie Grape]
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

[Verse 2: Big Moochie Grape]
Diamonds on Big Moochie Grape, they Michael Jackson moving (Jackson)
I don't know nothin' but the guns and money 'cause I was influenced (Grrt, bah)
I was broke as f*ck, b*tch, now I'm up because my money congruent (I'm up)
Your b*tch want Grape, she all in my face, cause I'm the young n*gga she screwing
Nine years old when I had my first toolie (Nine)
Got your b*tch watching like Tubi (Tubi)
Uh, watch on snow, cold chain on smoothie (Icy, icy)
Baby, your n*gga a bum and he losing (b*tch)
Living my life like I played in a movie (Played in a movie)
Send my lil' n*ggas, they pull up, start shooting (Grrt, bah)
Pull your b*tch to the side 'cause I got moving (Pull her to the side)
I'm a young n*gga 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 sh*t getting stupid (Yuh)
I can't f*ck with none of these n*ggas 'cause they broke and foolish (They broke)
These n*ggas talking to the police, man, they Ratatouille (They hoes)
And b*tch, I'm up, I mean so up, I can't do no more losing (No, no)
Uh, we f*ck sh*t up, we shoot sh*t 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, let a n*gga play game, bet your ass won't make it far
[Outro: Big Moochie Grape]
b*tch, gigantic