E-40 – Choices (Yup) [Remix] Lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40]
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)
[?] not the flattest (nope)
[?] UPS me 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!

[Hook]
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
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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don’t like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin’ money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Am I loving these hoes (nope)
And I get to the dough (yup)
You ain’t come from the bowl (nope)
When I was broke I had to kick me a door (yup)
You can’t talk to my migo (nope)
My migo, he bring me the kilo (yup)
Will I go out like Nino (nope)
No Nino, I’m Quavo El Chapo (yup)
My niggas [?] I said (nope)
[?] got the rocket on ’em (yup)
Then the new nigga, [?] (nope)
If I fuck it up I better make it back (yup)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
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 [?] (yup)
[?] by a Balmain (nope)
Remember fucking that bitch [?] 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)
You ever been a [?] (nope)
[?] (yup)
Pulling up in a Neon (nope)
[?] with the heat on (yup)

[Hook]
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
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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don’t like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin’ money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
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)
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 a ten mill (nope)
Think I need a new deal (yup)
Niggas lovin’ these hoes (nope)
Arm gold on my [?] (yup)
Top down, when it’s cold (nope)
Hot boy to my bone (yup)
[?] (nope)
Fuck boys in them zones (yup)
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

[Hook]
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
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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don’t like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin’ money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

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