Choices (Yup) (feat. Migos & Rick Ross) - Remix

Pally bully

Nope yup

Nope yup

Nope yup

Nope yup

Ever falled under pressure (nope)

Charge a bitch like a Tesla (yup)

Post a pic but don't disable my location (nope)

Walk with a limp like a pimp, like I need a hip replacement (yup)

Stay without a chopper (nope)

Saucy like sriracha (yup)

Is you a bluff? (nope)

Cartier, white buffs (yup)

This money on my, can't get it off in my mind (nope)

Hop off in the front of the line, I'm selling them this liquor and wine (yup)

I know a paper ahead and that's what I'll never be (nope)

Longevity, OG he got the recipe (yup)

Haniel she the baddest and her booty not the flattest (nope)

She call the mayor wanna UPS me a package (yup)

She asked a player, 'do I eat booty' (nope)

I told her no but I eat coochie (yup)

Small bellucchi (nope)

Smoke lemon cherry pie cookie (yup)

Lame (no), talks slick, mouthpiece hella game (yup)

Heart pump fear (nope)

Got your own beer (yup)

Overrated (nope), underrated (yup)

Biatch!

Everybody get choices

I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread

Everybody got choices

These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head

Everybody got choices (everybody got choices)

Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose

Everybody got choices

These niggas be hatin', I already know

But I never go broke (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (Migos) (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Am I loving these hoes (nope)

And I get to the dough (yup)

(Money) you ain't come from the bowl (nope)

When I was broke I had to kick me a door (yup)

(Oh) you can't talk to my migo (nope)

My migo, he bring me the kilo (yup)

(Brrr) will I go out like Nino (nope)

No Nino, I'm Quavo El Chapo (yup)

My niggas ask me do I love that bitch I said (nope)

And my nigga Duey got the rocket on 'em (yup)

Then the new nigga, asked me "Do I trap?" (nope)

If I fuck it up I better make it back (yup)

(Eii) some niggas sayin' that was on before the rap (no)

We the first to put the Northside on the map (yup)

Niggas run up on 'em, niggas pulled 'em straps (nope)

Niggas tellin' fiction that shit get a nigga slapped (yup)

Niggas said that there were whippin' chickens in the lab (nope)

And now these niggas claiming that there the first to do the dab (nope)

I done been around the city and never seen them get a benji (nope)

Nigga say there drinking, get in the club and buy all my martini (yup)

She wanted get a fucked a day by a bar man (nope)

Remember fucking that bitch but don't remember her name (yup)

You rather be famous than rich my nigga love fame (nope)

My nigga rather be rich than famous, say fuck the fame (yup)

(Fuck the fame) you ever been a PR (nope)

Gold chain on dior (yup)

Pulling up in a dior (nope)

In the town ride around with the heat on (yup kraa)

Everybody get choices

I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread

Everybody got choices

These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head

Everybody got choices (everybody got choices)

Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose

Everybody got choices (everybody got choices)

These niggas be hatin', I already know

But I never go broke (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

She asked me was I in love (no)

She heard I'm richer than Puff (yup) (Ciroc boy)

They wanna see you make bail (nope) (hell no)

Wing Stop in my cell (yup)

Took the rims off my cars (nope)

Instrumentals on pause (yup)

Keep the choppers at home (nope)

Trappin' off of three phones (yup)

Offer me the ten mill (nope)

Think I need a new deal (yup)

Niggas lovin' these hoes (nope)

Arm gold on my Roll (yup)

Top down, when it's cold (nope)

Hot boy to my bone (yup)

Foreclose on this home (nope)

Fuck boys in them zones (yup Jesus)

Real soldiers won't tell (nope)

Six mill on my bail (yup)

Dropped it off in a bag (no)

Pulled off in a Jag (yup)

Double M, be the tag

Everybody get choices

I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread (Maybach)

Everybody got choices

These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head

Everybody got choices

Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose

Everybody got choices (everybody got choices)

These niggas be hatin', I already know

But I never go broke (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)