Z-ro - Choices (Mega Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40] Ever fold under pressure? (nope) Charge a b**h 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) 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 in the booty not the flattest (nope) Take it to the the mayor while the UPS repackage (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? (nope) Talk slick, mouthpiece hella game? (yup) Heart pump fear? (nope) Got your own beer? (yup) Overrated? (nope) Underrated? (yup) b*atch! [Hook] Everybody get choices I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread Everybody got choices These b**hes 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 n***as 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 f** if you don't like me (no, no, no) Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: French Montana] Did you eat the box? (nope) Did you get that top? (yup) Still givin' out consignment? (nope) You want all your money, huh? (yup) You rockin' fake j**els? (nope) Stay strapped with the tools? (yup) You be goin' in raw? (nope) Let a b**h know if I'm a dog? (yup) Hey! Montana's no dummy (nope) Get straight to the money (yup) Was you always rich? (nope) Did you grind and go get it? (yup) (get it!) You be stuntin' for the gram? (nope) You really got those then? (yup) (really got those then!) b**h wanna hold some money (nope) Always trill one-hundred (yup) (one-hundred!) No guts no glory (nope) (glory!) Real G's keep ballin' (yup) (ballin'!) She wanna put me on Maury (nope) She see the coupe's foreign (yup) You got my money? (nope) (What?) You gonna get my money? (yup) Stay trill, never fronted? (nope) French, E-40 one-hundred? (yup) (one-hundred!) [Verse 3: Kid Ink] (Yea!) Thought I was finished? (nope) I been at it for a minute? (yup) Do they wanna gimme credit? (nope) It's cool, I'ma get it (yup) Dough, I ain't no beginner (nope) Lookin' at the score I'm winning (yup) Lookin' like I scored at a casino (nope) Man this sh** f**in' up my ego (yup) If you know a n***a higher ain't met 'em (nope) Feel my eyes gettin' heavy (yup) Won't smoke no rezzy (nope) Just straight OG from the medical (yup) Is this the first time you said it? (nope) But now they finally get the message? (yup) But then you ask 'em where they call now (nope) No, I just send em to the messes (yup) Ow! n***a for you (nope) Naw n***a for me (yup) The way I'm ballin' I don't need no coach (nope) Bad b**h on the team? (yup) And she don't ever tell me 'No, no, no' (nope) Like that ol' Beyonce, (yup) When I hit it from the back she moan (nope) And scream like 'Yea, yea, yea' (yup) b*atch! [Verse 4: Kirko Bangz] You ain't gotta f** with me All the bad b**hes here love me Can't no n***a here f** with me She's tryin' to f** me in public No Ciroc, I'm on Hennessy Other cup full of money She asked me 'Do you remember me?' 'Did I drop it deep in that p**y?' Make some choices that I'll regret I'll regret I made For some b**hes that I would never I don't ever fade Girl, throw that a** around there's some choices you should make Are you gon' have a nice day? [Verse 5: Slim Thug] Do you care about a hater? (nope) Do you run this city like you the mayor? (yup) Have you ever had to pay her? (nope) Or you make her bring it back everyday by the layer? (yup) Ever went back broke? (nope) Ever had to get it with the dope? (yup) Ever talk to them folks? (nope) Is you G card a hundred every city that you go? (yup) Do you smoke that rig? (nope) Or keep Cali at the crib even though it ain't your crib? (yup) You scared of them pigs? (nope) Or you an outlaw out here livin' like Big? (yup) Do you like a soft life? (nope) Or go hard on your hustle till you live a boss life? (yup) Give an ugly ho pipe? (nope) Or try to dig down a different dime every night? (yup) You beggin' for help? (nope) Or like a boss did you go get it for yourself? (yup) You tired, out of breath? (nope) Or you chasin' it until there ain't no money left? (yup) You satisfied where you at? (nope) Or you tryina touch the sky keep stackin' up stacks? (yup) You cool with moving bags? (nope) Or you tryin' to move bricks and stay focused on your act? (yup) [Verse 6: 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 n***as ask me do I love that b**h I said (nope) And my n***a Duey got the rocket on 'em (yup) Then the new n***a, asked me 'Do I trap?' (nope) If I f** it up I better make it back (yup) [Verse 7: Takeoff] Some n***as sayin' they was on before the rap (nope) We the first to put the North side on the map (yup) n***as ran up on 'em, Migos pulled the strap (nope) n***a tellin' fiction that sh** get a n***a slapped (yup) n***as said that there were bringin' chickens in the lab (nope) And now these n***as claiming that there the first to do the dab (yup) I done been around the city and never seen them get a benji (nope) n***a say there drinking, get in the club and buy a martini (yup) She wanted a n***a to f** her then love her by Balmain (nope) Remember f**ing that b**h but don't remember her name (yup) You rather be famous than rich my n***a love fame (nope) My n***a rather be rich than famous, say f** the fame (yup) f** it, you ever been a P.I.? (nope) More gold chains on than Deion (yup) Pulling up in the Neon (nope) In the town ride around with the heat on (yup) [Verse 8: 50 Cent] You in love with a stripper? (nope) You gon' f** her you gon' tip her? (yup) You a lame a** n***a? (nope) You know the money gonna get her? (yup) Yous tell them hoes you love 'em? Or you just f** 'em till they comin'? (yup) Are you sugar sugar daddy? (nope) You know they all want somethin'? (yup) Shorty wanna get married? (nope) You need at least ten carats? (yup) You let a n***a treat you bad? (nope) He's supposed to throw you somethin' automatic? (yup) Girl you ain't f**in' round for nothin' (nope) Your kind of p**y get you paid? (yup) These hoes don't do it like you do (nope) This style make a ho wanna go both ways (yup) You trust a b**h around your man? (nope) You know she f** him if she can (yup) You know these hoes ain't sh** (nope) If you don't know you find out quick (yup) You wear another b**h clothes? (nope) This kid sh**, you grown (yup) You need a n***a for your bills (nope) You pay your sh** on your own (yup) [Hook] Everybody get choices I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread Everybody got choices These b**hes 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 n***as 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 f** if you don't like me (no, no, no) Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 9: Snoop Dogg] It's Snoopy Doopy mang And everybody got choices Geeeeeee-mix! Yea, you gotta choose what's best for you Let your next move be your best move (yeah, yeah, yeah) Follow your lead? (nope) Pop in my piece? (yup) Will a n***a go broke? (nope) Spend a couple mil on dope? (yup) Fake on a real n***a? (nope) Spend cake on appeal n***a?(yup) Tell on them fools? (nope) Stay down and pay all my dues? (yup) Get caught slippin'?(nope) Eastside, Long Beach, Crippin'? (yup) Simp with the b**hes? (nope) Tight in and out like extensions? (yup) Soft as a pillow? (nope) All about that money in the middle? (yup) Play the role of a k**er? (nope) Looked out for all of my n***as? (yup) Ever done blow? (nope) Are you really hard on a ho? (yup) Is it hard bein' G? (nope) Am I really who you wanna be? (yup) Fraternize with the cops? (nope) Ship dope by the box (yup) Sold my soul (nope) Choose this pimping, she chose (yup) [Verse 10: Z-Ro] I don't care if you don't like me (nope) Talk sh** but I bet you won't fight me (yup) Keep on touchin' your face as if politely (nope) Your on 'The First 48' by Friday (yup) Stickin' your chest out but is you gon' fight? (nope) Get knocked out and need Life Flight (yup) I got a cooler I don't need no ice (nope) Drinkin' Dr. Pepper with your wife (yup) Ain't never been a hater (nope) All I want is the paper (yup) I'm not a hero so I can't save ya (nope) And I don't love these hoes I'm just a playa (yup) Ain't never got knocked out at a road show (nope) If you a fan it's cool to take a photo (yup) But don't be touchin' on him it's a no-no (nope) Punch him until they say he can't take no more-o (yup) Ain't never gave the law no info (nope) Got stabbed in the back by my kinfolk (yup) I wouldn't peep at nobody I'ma sin folk (nope) After I murder all of em I'ma get gone (yup) Ain't ever been a scary bone in my body (nope) Type of n***a that'll k** anybody (yup) Z-Ro I ain't scared of nobody (nope) Left in the Bentley came back in the 'Rari (yup) [Verse 11: Rick Ross] She asked me was I in love (nope) She heard I'm richer than Puff (yup) (Ciroc boy) They wanna see you make bail (nope) (Hell nah) Wingstop in my cell (yup) Took the rims on my cars (nope) Instrumentals on pause (yup) Keep the choppers at home (nope) Trappin' off of three phones (yup) Offer me the ten mil (nope) Think I need a new deal (yup) n***as lovin' these clothes (nope) All gold on my roll (yup) Top down, when it's cold (nope) Hot boy to my bone (yup) Foreclose on this home (nope) f** boys in them zones (yup) Real soldiers won't tell (nope) Six mil on my bail (yup) Dropped it off in a bag (nope) 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 (Maybach music) Everybody got choices These b**hes 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 n***as 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 f** if you don't like me (no, no, no) Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)