(LYRICS) Bitch, I'm chosen (Bitch, I’m chosen) Everybody knows it I got money, I can't fold it (I can’t fold it) You bitches bogus Bitch, I’m chosen (Haha) Bitch (Duchess) You bitches bogus (I’m chosen bitch) Bitch I’m ridin a two seater like a biker (Ahh) Tote the heat l, call me piper One shot pop it, call me striker Got a lighter Roll this dutch up with this fire Toss the lighter Catch his ass on fire (Haha) Bitch Paper chasin, call me an addict Don't pass me no blunts I'm higher than an attic I do the math quick Add it and subtract it (Aye) Practice makes perfect So bitch I practice Bring that stress Post traumatic I get the bag Flip it and tumble it Call it acrobatics (Aye aye aye) He tried to cuff me But I trapped him Oh, that’s yo man bitch? That’s tragic (Tragic) That’s tragic Bitch, I’m chosen (Chosen) Everybody knows it I got money, I can’t fold it (Bitch) You bitches bogus (Bogus) Bitch, I’m chosen (Bitch) Bitch (Aye aye) You bitches bogus (It’s Duchess) You bitches bogus Bitch, I’m chosen Everybody knows it I got money, I can’t fold it You bitches bogus Bitch, I’m chosen Bitch (Ah-ah-ah) You bitches bogus (Everybody knows that) Switch from a stick Now I’m driving automatic Just switched my stick tech Shootin’ semi-automatic (Du-du-du-du-du) I stole yo bitch, but gave her back (Here you go) She too dramatic (Blah blah blah) Short any money, man That’s problematic I chase the money Catch me in traffic (Skur skur) Shop with me you got options Paper, or plastic Don’t fuck with me You know I'm blastin’ (Bap bap bap) One to the head, two to the chest That shits graphic I’m focused You distracted My plug called Only words I had was “that’s fantastic” He slid on me with a bag that's massive Stay the fuck from ‘round me, social distance I don't pay for shit every day for me is Christmas I'm never starvin’ Got the cheddar and the biscuits Livin’ by the code, but it's not written I speak him into existence Now a bitch gotta sit down listen Damn Damn Damn Bitch, I’m chosen Everybody knows it I got money, I can’t fold it You bitches bogus (Bogus) Bitch, I’m chosen (Bitch) Bitch (I’m chosen) You bitches bogus Aye damn damn damn Chosen And another one (Bitch) It’s Duchess Chosen Bitch No Swishers Aye aye aye aye more