Gucci Mane — Choosin

[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)