Choices (Yup) [Remix]

Lyrics

[Intro: E-40] Nope, yup Nope, yup Nope, yup Nope, yup [Verse 1: E-40] Ooh Ever fold 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) There's money on mine, can't get it up off in my mind (Nope) Hop off in the front of the line, I'm selling them this liquor and wine (Yup) Not low on paper, a hater that's what I'll never be (Nope) Longevity, OG, he got the recipe (Yup) Honey, you and she the baddest and the booty not the flattest (Nope) Thicker than a marijuana UPS weed package (Yup) She asked a player, 'do I eat booty' (Nope) I told her no but I eat coochie (Yup) Snort Belushi? (Nope) Smoke lemon tree, cherry pie and cookie? (Yup) Lame? (No) Talk slick, mouthpiece hella game? (Yup) Heart pump fear? (Nope) Got your own beer? (Yup) Overrated? (Nope) Underrated? (Yup) BIATCH! [Chorus: E-40] Everybody got 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 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, no) I'mma stay gettin' money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And I ain't gotta sell my soul, no (No, no, no) I'mma stay gettin' money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) If you broke, you ain't like me, no (No, no, no) I'mma stay gettin' money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I give a fuck if you don't like me, no (No, no, no) I'mma stay gettin' money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Quavo] Migos! Am I lovin' these hoes? (Nope, nah) 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, brr) Will I go out like Nino (Nope, woo) No Nino, I'm Quavo El Chapo (Yup) My niggas ask me do I love that bitch I said (Nope, no!) And my nigga Duey got the rocket on 'em (Yup, baow) Then the new nigga, asked me "Do I trap?" (Nope, huh?) If I fuck it up I better make it back (Yup, ay) [Verse 3: Takeoff] Some niggas sayin' that was on before the rap (Nope) We the first to put the Northside on the map (Yup, ay) Niggas run up on 'em, niggas pulled 'em straps (Nope) Niggas tellin' fiction that shit get a nigga slapped (Yup, Mig') Niggas said that there were whippin' chickens in the lab (Nope) And now these niggas claiming that there the first to do the dab (Yup) 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 want a nigga to fuck her then love her, buy her Balmain (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 it) You ever been a peon? (Nope, uh-uh) My gold chains on the Dion? (Yup) Pullin' up in a Neon? (Nope, skrr) In the town ride around with the heat on? (Yup, grrah) [Chorus: E-40] Everybody got 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 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, no) I'mma stay gettin' money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And I ain't gotta sell my soul, no (No, no, no) I'mma stay gettin' money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) If you broke, you ain't like me, no (No, no, no) I'mma stay gettin' money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I give a fuck if you don't like me, no (No, no, no) I'mma stay gettin' money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 4: Rick Ross] She asked me was I in love? (Nope) (May-) She heard I'm richer than Puff (Yup, Cîroc boy) They wanna see you make bail? (Nope, hell no) Wing Stop in my cell? (Yup, ah) Took the rims off my cars? (Nope) Instrumentals on pause? (Yup) Keep the choppers at home? (Nope, no!) Trappin' off of three phones? (Yup, uh) Offer me the ten mill'? (Nope) Think I need a new deal? (Yup) Niggas lovin' these hoes? (Nope) All gold on my Vogue? (Yup) Top down, when it's cold? (Nope, huh) Hot boy to my bone? (Yup) Foreclose on this home? (Nope) Fuck boys in them zones? (Yup, [?], haters) Real soldiers won't tell (Nope, won't tell) Six mill' on my bail (Yup) Dropped it off in a bag (Nope) Pulled off in a Jag' (Yup) Double M, be the tag (May-) [Chorus: E-40] Everybody got choices I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread (Maybach Music) 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 These niggas be hatin', I already know But I never go broke, no (No, no, no) I'mma stay gettin' money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And I ain't gotta sell my soul, no (No, no, no) I'mma stay gettin' money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) If you broke, you ain't like me, no (No, no, no) I'mma stay gettin' money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I give a fuck if you don't like me, no (No, no, no) I'mma stay gettin' money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)