"Y U CHOOSY" lyrics
Bankroll, Bankroll ([?] music)
Bankroll, Bankroll (Just back on that **** holiday season)
Bankroll, Bankroll (Holiday season)
Bankroll, Bankroll (Flocka)
Yeah, come on
Aye, aye
Bankroll like the bible, thick enough to beat your word, man (Who run it)
Pull up in that lambo (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) got the neighbors saying, "Swerve"
She a 10 but love a outlaw, told her, "Get what you deserve"
Now she stunting up and selling every pic she post and serve (Aight)
Youngin' know I play it cold, I got the city on my bank
Labels calling want a cut, but I just laugh and roll this paint
I remember selling canny now I got meetings with execs (Yeah, yeah)
But I'm still the same nigga just with a million dollar check (Million dollar check)
Feel like Waka Flocka, oh let's do it (Who run it, let's do it)
Since I got a check, shawty choosing (Shawty choosing, aight)
I just flew some fine shit out from Houston (Out from Houston)
Got bitches shaking ass to my music (To my music)
Feel like Waka Flocka, oh let's do it (Who run it, let's do it)
Since I got a check, shawty choosing (Why you choosing, aight)
I just flew some fine shit out from Houston (Out from Houston)
Got bitches shaking ass to my music (To my music)
Okay
Wake up in designer thank the plug (Who run it), then count these racks (Racks)
Closet like a runway, every step I break they necks (Come on)
Cartier up on my wrist, they like, "Kimani, where you at?"
In the 'A, eating steak, blowing strong, and speeding facts (Yeah, aye)
Shawty thick, she love my style, she never met a boss (Boss)
Put her on a PJ, she don't know what that shit cost (Boss)
She never met a man who came from the bottom to a [?]
I ain't flexing, I'm just blessed, FTC I got the sauce
Feel like Waka Flocka, oh let's do it (Let's do it)
Since I got a check, shawty choosing (Shawty choosing)
I just flew some fine shit out from Houston (Out from Houston)
Got bitches shaking ass to my music (To my music aight)
Feel like Waka Flocka, oh let's do it (Who run it, let's do it)
Since I got a check, shawty choosing (Why you choosing, aight)
I just flew some fine shit out from Houston (Out from Houston)
Got bitches shaking ass to my music (To my music)
Who run it (To my music)
To my music (Aight)
Music, music
Come on, music
Bankroll, Bankroll (Just back on that **** holiday season)
Bankroll, Bankroll (Holiday season)
Bankroll, Bankroll (Flocka)
Yeah, come on
Aye, aye
Bankroll like the bible, thick enough to beat your word, man (Who run it)
Pull up in that lambo (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) got the neighbors saying, "Swerve"
She a 10 but love a outlaw, told her, "Get what you deserve"
Now she stunting up and selling every pic she post and serve (Aight)
Youngin' know I play it cold, I got the city on my bank
Labels calling want a cut, but I just laugh and roll this paint
I remember selling canny now I got meetings with execs (Yeah, yeah)
But I'm still the same nigga just with a million dollar check (Million dollar check)
Feel like Waka Flocka, oh let's do it (Who run it, let's do it)
Since I got a check, shawty choosing (Shawty choosing, aight)
I just flew some fine shit out from Houston (Out from Houston)
Got bitches shaking ass to my music (To my music)
Feel like Waka Flocka, oh let's do it (Who run it, let's do it)
Since I got a check, shawty choosing (Why you choosing, aight)
I just flew some fine shit out from Houston (Out from Houston)
Got bitches shaking ass to my music (To my music)
Okay
Wake up in designer thank the plug (Who run it), then count these racks (Racks)
Closet like a runway, every step I break they necks (Come on)
Cartier up on my wrist, they like, "Kimani, where you at?"
In the 'A, eating steak, blowing strong, and speeding facts (Yeah, aye)
Shawty thick, she love my style, she never met a boss (Boss)
Put her on a PJ, she don't know what that shit cost (Boss)
She never met a man who came from the bottom to a [?]
I ain't flexing, I'm just blessed, FTC I got the sauce
Feel like Waka Flocka, oh let's do it (Let's do it)
Since I got a check, shawty choosing (Shawty choosing)
I just flew some fine shit out from Houston (Out from Houston)
Got bitches shaking ass to my music (To my music aight)
Feel like Waka Flocka, oh let's do it (Who run it, let's do it)
Since I got a check, shawty choosing (Why you choosing, aight)
I just flew some fine shit out from Houston (Out from Houston)
Got bitches shaking ass to my music (To my music)
Who run it (To my music)
To my music (Aight)
Music, music
Come on, music
