Choose Up - Berner, Ty Dolla $ign, DJ Quik

Crazy girls love me, it’s crazy, I love 'em too

She wanna choose me?

Well, she know what she gotta do

Throw me a few dollars, put a spot in your name

Before I let her suck me off, she went an bought me a chain

I’m from the Bay Area, you know I play with her mental

I duck a phone call when she back on her menstrual

But she thick, and got my name tatted on her tits

I make baby put to bed and she just took a piss

Bitch, yeah I’m dope like a coke block

Rollin' good smoke, post it up where the hoes watch

Yeah, they keep my name in their mouth

'Cause I pull up late night and I play wit' they mouth

Bet she gon' choose up, choose up

Choose up, choose up on me

Chose up like she knew better

Said she wanna do better

Bet she gon' choose up, choose up

Choose up, choose up on me

Chose up like she knew better

Said she wanna do better

That player Berner, he’s with guy who is a former permer

Green curlers, tan khakis, baby, Ike Turner

Pimp party actin' real naughty, hittin' bodied

The Svengali on the city trolley

The freeway series got the bitch leery

Then they tell her it’s Quik and bein' I’m the chick’s cherry, yeah

I wanna split it down the middle, lick it down a little

I wanna make it hurt a little, make it squirt a little

Now we backstage, front page

Up days, smoke haze, broke days, no way

Your feelins they be so brittle, my game’ll be so fertile

And you can’t find my heart just like you can’t find Lisa Turtle, milk carton

Still startin' somethin', water in my cell garden

I still got to thump and swerve it like a real robin

I keep her pussy throbbin'

I came busy like paisan, who your eyes on?

Bet she gon' choose up, choose up

Choose up, choose up on me

Chose up like she knew better

Said she wanna do better

Bet she gon' choose up, choose up

Choose up, choose up on me

Chose up like she knew better

Said she wanna do better

Yeah, somethin' 'bout my city made me hungry as hell

I never had a bag I didn’t sell, they want me in jail

I’m too fresh for 'em, you see the fit on me?

She wanna crawl in my bed and let it drip on me

She smoke with me too, break the Henney out

I got her all out the windows with her titties out

If she don’t give me no action, I should cut my wrists

I got a call from the big homie, DJ Quik

He said she’s backstage, too drunk

Halfway dressed, lookin' she fresh off a backpage

My life is a movie with a red cam

All the drugs got me feelin' like a dead man

I’m on the freeway with a big ass bag

Doin' one-fifty in my brand new Jag

Yeah, I love California and the way I could leave

All the women and the weed and this money for me

Bet she gon' choose up, choose up

Choose up, choose up on me

Chose up like she knew better

Said she wanna do better

Bet she gon' choose up, choose up

Choose up, choose up on me

Chose up like she knew better

Said she wanna do better