The Chosen Ones
Money Team Bros
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Glory hallelujah Covid mask on my shooter Lion King of this rap shit We like Timon and Pumbaa That hoe can't touch me with a ruler Unless she's a cougar I told my girl I can't hear her When she bring up rumors Giving praise, like it's Judah I'm smooth, like Ferris Bueller I melt the ice out your cooler Then rip off your medulla It grow inside her like tumors Make her say "O" like Sooners I need to hit up Metro Boomin' Cause we fucking booming I need to hit up Metro Boomin' Cause we... yeah Rock with me, rock with me Get Rich or Die Trying Gotta do it just like 50 Curious She wanna menage with me just like Nicki But it can't be anybody Baby girl I'm kinda picky Yeah, I'm the man now She call me B.I.G. every time I pull my pants down Stood on ten, even when I was a man down And I can't give a hatin' nigga shit Not even hand me downs I'm the shit I gotta toilet as a backpack I can't f*ck her she gone tell She a hoodrat We rockin' ski masks Treat them like they skull caps He got sticky fingers We gone beat 'em like he stole that We at Sticky Fingers Treat the waitress like she pole dance I got sticky fingers Leaf sticking to my whole hand Enough with the hickie shorty You gone have my hoes mad Now the whole gang got matching chains We playing freeze tag But I'm speeding off Like a nigga trying to leave fast The blessings keep on coming in Like a snot rag I meant the blessings coming in Like I be sneezing bad I meant the blessings coming in Like a sneeze in class I heard if you wanna be the man You gotta beat the man Well I ain't worried 'bout the saying We gone beat his ass Pop a Perky Gotta itch that I can't scratch It's incredible how my money turned elastic Got it flipping, gymnastics Shit is bending backwards Every song we done dropped We put it in a casket And every time she give me head I see what she imagine This money different Got no commas, decimals and fractions Cut yo TV nigga This lights, camera, action Every time she walk away Them shits get to clappin' She need a drum roll for that ass And I'ma make it happen I can't drive the boat But baby, I can be the captain Wish for a burner I ain't Turner But it's Timmy tucked Hot like a furnace, like it's burning Hot like Thug and Gunna I'm like a surgeon with the pump Alonzo Harris Jr. We the Chosen Ones We the Chosen Ones Put me up 'gainst anybody I love one on ones One on one Tryna get my Flex on Like this One On One One of one Ain't too many like us That's from where we from Two of two Baddest fucking duo They can't see our crew It's B.I.G. and it's lil bakpack Bitch we MTB It's MTB forever and ever Don't you forget it Nigga we winnin' She sending nudes like a snippet Stay on my pivot This court slick, but I ain't slipping Twelve spin the block Then we dipping That's how we living That's how we living The Chosen Ones
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Written by: Cameron Wakefield, Rodney Brooks
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