Lyrics: Ruben Thompson/Bradley Chatman
Music: Metro Zu/Robert Thompson/Ruben Thompson/Bradley Chatman
[Intro/Chorus] (Ruben Slikk)
B***h you got a choosin' Fee
When ****ing with a nigga like me
Cause I can make it shine (Shine)
And all we need is time and we can make it through
You will possibly blossom like a rose fertilised by me
But only if a ho keeps her mind on me, yeah
That b***h pays a choosin' fee
[Verse 1: Lofty305]
No discrepancy when Mr B is goin' down
We flippin ho's like Tony Hawk turned his board around
She know I'm so profound
My game is ??? now
For instance girl, what 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
Girl like me, so she just won't judge me
All she really wanna just do hug me
Make money here never bug me
She take that d**k and ride it slow at the same pace that a slug be
[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
I'm all about my cheese
If you wanna be down, b***h 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
[Pre Chorus: Lofty 305]
Ain't no trickin over here nigga get real
Have my b***h bite your ear like Holyfield
And me and Ruben Slikk, prestigious pimpin' over here
We countin' vegetation underneath the chandelier
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
B***h you got a choosin' Fee
When ****ing with a nigga 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 fertilised by me
But only if a ho keeps her mind on me, yeah
That b***h pays a choosin' fee
[Verse 3: Ruben Slikk]
Aye b***h if you really got dreams, I can ride with a nigga
I can make 'em in 3D (???)
You wanna see me?
I'm at your ******, unless your brain (???)
Ho you need me, we can get it poppin
Bring daddy though, so we can go shopping
Pimp hard till I'm laying in the coffin
Dedicated ho's keep a nigga just flossin
Every so often, ho's start droppin
I don't give a **** cause it ain't my problem
Renegade ho's get lost in the sauce, and tryna get back to the life they lost in
I'm still stone cold, (???)
3:16 I'm flossin, head in the sky, bread gettin high
Keep the K Y, cause the p***y get dry
Psychological warfare, runnin' games like whorefare
If the b***h got sold well, Imma treat my ho well
If she leave 'em like oh well
Treat these ho's like show and tell
Keep my game fresh and my shoulder like a jail cell
Fresh (???) from my b***h is all I expect, if that ho outta line then that ho in check
Can you feel me?
You understand this pimpin is the real me?
So go be (???)
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
B***h you got a choosin' Fee
When ****ing with a nigga 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 fertilised by me
But only if a ho keeps her mind on me, yeah
That b***h pays a choosin' fee
[Outro]