Choices (Yup) [Remix] lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40]
Ever falled under pressure (nope)
Charge a b*tch 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)
[?] she the baddest and her booty not the flattest (nope)
[?] 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)
Snort Belushi (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!

[Chorus: E-40]
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These b*tches 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*ggas 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*ck 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 n*ggas ask me do I love that b*tch I said (nope)
And my n*gga Duey got the rocket on 'em (yup)
Then the new n*gga, asked me "Do I trap?" (nope)
If I f*ck it up I better make it back (yup)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Some n*ggas sayin' that was on before the rap (no)
We the first to put the Northside on the map (yup)
n*ggas run up on 'em, n*ggas pulled 'em straps (nope)
n*ggas tellin' fiction that sh*t get a n*gga slapped (yup)
n*ggas said that there were whippin' chickens in the lab (nope)
And now these n*ggas claiming that there the first to do the dab (nope)
I done been around the city and never seen them get a benji (nope)
n*gga say there drinking, get in the club and buy all my martini (yup)
She want a n*gga to f*ck her then love her buy her Balmain (nope)
Remember f*cking that b*tch but don't remember her name (yup)
You rather be famous than rich my n*gga love fame (nope)
My n*gga rather be rich than famous, say f*ck the fame (yup)
You ever been a [?] (nope)
[?] (yup)
Pulling up in a Neon (nope)
In the town ride around with the heat on (yup)
[Chorus: E-40]
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These b*tches 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*ggas 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*ck 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)
n*ggas lovin' these hoes (nope)
Arm gold on my [?] (yup)
Top down, when it's cold (nope)
Hot boy to my bone (yup)
Foreclose on this home (nope)
f*ck 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
[Chorus: E-40]
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These b*tches 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*ggas 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*ck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)