Life She Chose - Curren$y

Get your favorite dress up for tonight’s show

No tie, no curtain slack, a house crest

Well don’t give it a thought

We’re glad you came as you are

We just want you to enjoy your sight

Uh

Money make the world go

Money make these girls go

Block is hot, the world is cold

Your homies is lost souls

Uh, uh

Money make the world go

Money make these girls go

Block is hot, the world is cold

Your homies is lost souls

Might see it at a crossroad

Trade your life, offer some small gold

She cryin' in the Rolls but this the life she chose

Can’t be so naive, you seein' that Ice on me

You know what that mean

You know this life and what it bring

Now is you really tryna be a team?

Really tryna win them championship ranks

It’s not a easy thing, though a breeze it seems

I get high on the beats and interpret my dreams

I find motivation in everythin', it’s the life of a king

The crown is heavy G

Niggas risk anythin' to be, seen

In pictures next to niggas that they figure, wear some green

They worse than bitches, the coldest gold diggers

Smoke a whole ounce wit' ya then kill ya

But that’s yo nigga (That's yo nigga)

Money make the world go

Money make these girls go

Block is hot, the world is cold

Your homies is lost souls

Seein' to the crossroads

Trade your life in, for some small gold

She cryin' in the Rolls but this the life she chose

the end, the chef

Smoke weed

I don’t post 'em in your pictures

You can keep a secret, we can always kick it

I told her rule number one, don’t talk about me 'round here

That shit they have suspicious

Hands switchin' on chef highway, def

Lose chefs

Money make the world go

Money make these girls go

The block is hot, the world is cold

Your homies is lost souls

They’re seein' to the crossroads

Trade your life in for some small gold

Money make the world go

Money make these girls go

The block is hot, the world is cold

Your homies is lost souls

They’re seein' to the crossroads

Ay

So here’s me in the club

Playin' guy

Things can get really sticky after

Bringin' little extra back-up

Things that gon' make 'em rich

So he’s worried, I’ma gonna get killed before he score