Blue Money Jay - Pick N Choose

Professor! Professor
Turn me up in the headphones
You know Robby got this shit knockin', nigga
Out the gate, this the one, Robby

Let's go
He go up, can't go down, nigga
He ain't real, can't come round, nigga
Money round, this bitch dumpin'

I take Ps and run a number
When this phone ring, it's number hundreds
When you him, it's always something
They watchin', now they wonderin'

Got power, I got thunder
I spend thousands on my feet
To walk around this bitch with Ps
When it go down, that's all they see

I make it hard for them to breathe
I gave them games so they can eat
I stood up ten, I'm on my feet
Worked that phone just like the chief

Gave him the game and told him to eat
Uh, I feel chosen, they know
I feel like the one
I took that bag and I grow it

I treat it like my son
I fucked up so many funds on that road
tryna get shit done
My baby mama witnessed this shit

she know I'm that one
You pickin', choosin' life
which way you rollin'
I'm choosin' one

You can't talk in that trap when it's quiet
We doin' somethin'
Money counters goin' off left and right
Bitch, we rubber bandin'

Hundred thousand to the plug
Set that shit, then it landed
We got packs and they cheap
Seven hundred, you on your feet

Shit so decent in the streets
Niggas out here playin' for keeps
Face shots, it's a sweep
Money call, I want money

For that dub, shit get dust
Don't put your hands on me, please don't touch me
Niggas talk cause they don't like you
Niggas runnin', turnin' rivals

Fifty rounds on the Drac
Runnin' money right in place
They gon' knock cause they can't wait
Robby on it, hear the bass

Slap and knock my phones, they quake
I'm a dealer like the plates
Why he work that phone convergence
I'm the doctor, I'm the surgeon

I got patients and they waitin'
Time be tickin', I can't waste it
They call back to back impatient
Bang on your door like I was maintenance

Bitch, I'm that one and I can't change it
Feel like Day Day when I make it
Cuz got guns like he got smoke
I got credit, what's the quote

Rent it up, can't let it go
He gon' watch cause I got flow
We got seals on the floor
We got shooters watchin' doors

Runnin' fast, your pockets swole
Niggas watchin' what they on
You pickin', choosin' life
Which way you rollin'

I'm choosin' one
You can't talk in that chat when it's quiet
We doin' somethin'
Money counters goin' off left and right

Bitch, we rubber bandin'
Hundred thousand to the plug
Sent that shit and then it landed
We got packs and they cheap

Seven hundred, you on your feet
Shit so decent in the streets
Niggas out here playin' for keeps
Face shots, it's a sweet

Money car, I want money
Don't put your hands on me, please don't touch me

Written by:
Justin Thomas

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