[Intro]
I can't lie they got me choosin'

[Verse 1]
Hot
Stand stand stand out of land on wanna throw the bands on 'em
Pay to tell your girlfriend that a rich man want her
She bustin with that stupid shit, I'm throwin bands on 'em
They way she suck a dick a trick I'll spend this check on her
I'm George Jetson when it come to flexin', I got a six full of Georgia peach
And she get the bitches wanna ride ditch
2,000 pounds both question it
I wanna know which one of y'all can ride the bitch
I'm American bitch, call it mister miss
Go get the shit and then sell the shit
And then mail the shit to this here address
Take cruise and [?] can you bust a hit then you pass the test
We can kill the prime bed on her bed and baby's what that I'm never going in
She love to drink gotta have her pipe
Doub-double the cup till it's
Fuck what you heard, fuck what you think
If I told her to, she'd rob a bank

[Chorus]
She got me
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin
I can't lie she got me
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
I can't lie she got me
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Man I swear she got me
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
(It's Gucci)
[Chorus]
She got me
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin
I can't lie she got me
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
I can't lie she got me
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Man I swear she got me
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
(It's Gucci)

[Verse 2]
Lemme lay these rules down
Even though you my boo down
Real real dick, truck boy
Couldn't be [?] up
I move around my tool around
Lose me you're gonna lose that
You can choose me or get chose on
'Cause your friend girl put the shoes down
Her boss drop and her mouth drop
Like a young girl never suck cock
Ain't hip hop and I'm not pop
I got a stash box of the main box
Got your day [?] at your day spot
Like your grandpa got paper
As you girl with me all day bro
But I get you get what you pay for
Came wish let the wish do 'em
I know you sleep this to 'em
She cheated on you to tissue
Invested it in your future
Now ball out like the rich dude
Got spill on you like I wish dude
Suckin' dick all day takes text you she miss you
Got issues, you bitch do
[Chorus]
She got me
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin
I can't lie she got me
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
I can't lie she got me
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Man I swear she got me
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
(It's Gucci)