[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
Bitch, you got a choosin' fee
When fuckin' with a n***a like me
'Cause I can make it shine (Shine)
And all we need is time
And we can make it through (make it through)
You will possibly blossom like a rose fertilized by me
But only if a ho keeps her mind on me
Yeah that bitch pays a choosin' fee

[Verse 1: Mr. B]
No discrepancy when Mr. B is goin' down
We flippin' hoes like Tony Hawk turned his board around
She know I'm so profound, my game is [?] now
For instance one girl you refer to as a pronoun
I really didn't think so buddy, go ahead if it seem to be ugly
Just don't be mad at the fact that your girl like me and she just won't judge me
All she really wanna just do hug me, make money here never bug me
She take that dick and ride it slow at the same pace that a slug be

[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk and Mr. B]
I'm all about my cheese
If you wanna be down, bitch you better pay me
You wanna get laced with the game that I know
You better ride for me, get daddy's dough, act like you know
Ain't no trickin' over here n***a get real
Have my bitch bite your ear like Holyfield
And me and Ruben Slikk, prestigious pimpin' over here
We countin' vegetation underneath the chandelier
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
Bitch, you got a choosin' fee
When fuckin' with a n***a like me
'Cause I can make it shine (shine) and all we need is time
And we can make it through (Make it through)
You will possibly blossom like a rose fertilized by me
But only if a ho keeps her mind on me
Yeah that bitch pays a choosin' fee

[Verse 3: Ruben Slikk]
Aye bitch, if you really got dreams, you can ride with a n***a, I can make it in 3D
You wanna see me IMAX yo' climax and bless your brain like TV?
Ho you need me, we can get it poppin', bring daddy dough so we can go shopping
Pimp hard till I'm laying in the coffin, dedicated hoes keep a n***a just flossin'
Every so often, hoes start droppin', I don't give a fuck 'cause it ain't my problem
Renegade hoes get lost in the sauce and try to get back to the life they lost
And I'm still stone cold, [?] Steve Austin, 3:16 A.M. I'm flossin'
Head in the sky, bread gettin' high, keep the KY in case the pussy get dry
Psychological warfare, runnin' games like whorefare
If the pussy got sold well, I'ma treat my ho well
If she leave 'em like "Oh well," treat these hoes like show and tell
Keep my game fresh and my shoulder like a jail cell
Fresh [?] from my bitch is all I expect
If that ho out of line then that ho in check
Can you feel me? You understand this pimpin' is the real me?
So gon' [?] express yourself
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
Bitch, you got a choosin' fee
When fuckin' with a n***a like me
'Cause I can make it shine (shine) and all we need is time
And we can make it through (Make it through)
You will possibly blossom like a rose fertilized by me
But only if a ho keeps her mind on me
Yeah that bitch pays a choosin' fee