Chosen

[Intro]
(C-C-CorMill)

[Chorus]
I got them hundreds on me and they blue like a Smurf
She my lil' rider, put racks in her purse
I lost some partners to violence, it hurt
Walk out the bank with a dub and then smirk
I drop a check on his head and he murked
I want that vibe right there, under her skirt
I got them shottas, I put 'em to work
I got that pack from the West and it's potent
Made it this far, so I feel like I'm chosen
Millions on millions I'm nettin' and grossin'
Nigga just hatin', his trap don't got motion
I spit the realest shit ever been spoken
AR with shoulder strap cause a commotion
Oh, he a boss? I'ma come and demote him
They come up short, I'ma slap a promoter

[Verse]
When you got smoke, you cannot show no weakness
Think about money so much, I was sleepless
Niggas snitched on me, that shit had me speechless
My shit be different, I'm showin' uniqueness
I need your pussy, bae, I swear I need it
Hop in that SRT and started speedin'
I hit that Epidemic, then go to Venus
I'm in Balenciaga, I'm the cleanest
I just wanna see you pop that pussy for me
Went and bought some sticks, I heard they lookin' for me
Probably stole from me, they never took in front of me
We ain't catch a felony, we just gettin' money
Shit just gettin' better, I'm just gettin' richer
Ain't no time to hang, fuck these petty niggas
All my jewelry cold, I can start a blizzard
Always on go, I stay ready, nigga
I be havin' weight, I'm a heavy nigga
This a double R, not a Chevy, nigga
Chopper with the knife, I beheaded niggas
Too much pillow talking, too much telling, nigga
Ridin' in the Demon, havin' evil thoughts
I just want the check, ain't no time for thots
Ain't no jail time, ain't no gettin' caught
I'ma hit the gas, I'ma get lost
She just want the top dog of this shit
Hit the mall and then ball like a bitch
On the drank, it got me fallin' and shit
Clientele keep on callin' and shit
Big body, I be cruisin' and shit
Plugs love me, I be movin' this shit
I'm solid, dawg, I be oozin' this shit
Ain't believe me, I be provin' this shit

[Chorus]
I got them hundreds on me and they blue like a Smurf
She my lil' rider, put racks in her purse
I lost some partners to violence, it hurt
Walk out the bank with a dub and then smirk
I drop a check on his head and he murked
I want that vibe right there, under her skirt
I got them shottas, I put 'em to work
I got that pack from the West and it's potent
Made it this far, so I feel like I'm chosen
Millions on millions I'm nettin' and grossin'
Nigga just hatin', his trap don't got motion
I spit the realest shit ever been spoken
AR with shoulder strap cause a commotion
Oh, he a boss? I'ma come and demote him
They come up short, I'ma slap a promoter

[Outro]
(CorMill, these niggas sound crazy)