letra de options - calboy
[intro]
(bey droppin’ bombs)
(cz beats, why you do ’em like that?)
yeah-yeah
[chorus]
woke up feeling like a million dollars, uh (dollars, uh)
broke boy, broke boy, you ain’t got it, get your dollars up (woo)
ayy, ayy, i do what i want, baby ’cause i pop (’cause i pop)
i ain’t trippin’ on you, baby, yeah-yeah, i got options
i ain’t loafin’, baby, yeah, this stick fit in my pocket (in my pocket)
ayy, you don’t want no problem, please don’t make me pop it
i am not her father, this b-tch call me papi
me and lil’ bud like neighborhood villains, but we batman and robin
[verse]
i was like sixteen, i was in the trap house, beat the pot down like rocket (like rocket)
most of these n-ggas pretenders, boy, you ain’t gettin’, h-ll nah, you sorry (nah, you sorry)
fly with a mac out, n-ggas in the background, steady wanna talk that nonsense
off that perc’, i feel like an avenger, shorty, don’t make a n-gga like make a n-gga blow like rocky (blow like rocky)
make a n-gga blow like rocky (blow like rocky)
we take off like rocket (like rocket)
i got plenty dollars, baby, i can take you shopping
to shoppin’ dollars on vlone, i got that sh-t on
baby, i can’t fake the fun, get you what you want
i heard there’s snakes up in the grass, i had to mow it
brodie got a l!ck, it tastes like sugar, i jump on it
i mix percocet and xanny bars with my emotions
you said you was solid, then you switched up on some ho sh-t
[bridge]
ayy, i heard b-tches changin’, these n-ggas fold
i heard (heard), through that grapevine, n-ggas told
i heard (heard), for that bread, he’ll sell his soul
i heard (heard), you fly late night, yeah (skrrt)
[chorus]
woke up feeling like a million dollars, uh (dollars, uh)
broke boy, broke boy, you ain’t got it, get your dollars up (dollars up)
ayy, ayy, i do what i want, baby ’cause i pop (’cause i pop)
i ain’t trippin’ on you, baby, yeah-yeah, i got options (i got options)
i ain’t loafin’, baby, yeah, this stick fit in my pocket
ayy, you don’t want no problem, please don’t make me pop it
i am not her father, this b-tch call me papi
me and lil’ bud like neighborhood villains, but we batman and robin (yeah)
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