Opt!Ons!

I get to that cream, they want to be fucking with me cause they see that I got it I can't even fuck with these bitches for free, lil bitch you got give me some money Yeah, don't ask me to fuck with my hitters, my team, lil bitch you can't get in our pockets I been running my bread up, that bag on me, lil bitch you can't even stop it Stop it, you can't even stop it, I get to that bag, you can't even stop it Got all this bread that's all in my wallet, I pull it out, bitch I got too many options He off the meds and don't got no money, he gone end up dead or end in a coffin I get to that bag, you can't even stop it, bitch you can't even stop it Get in that Bimmer, pull up on the block and I'm spinning, don't know what I'm doing today And he talking 'bout money but can't even spend it, lil bitch you got get off your ass and get paid Why he talking 'bout pulling up on me, he can't even find me cause I got that bag on the way And I still got that gas, that pressure, what you need an eighth? You can have it but know that I'm taxing, cause I need all that money, look I need the money You begging for money, that shit isn't funny, I remember that little guy hitting me up on my phone Try to see if I give him some cash, but bitch I got bitches with ass The fattest asses, lil boy need to get you some assets Get you a house, a crib, a car or some, but I know you gone spend it on drugs You a druggie, you can't even fuck with me, flipping my money you can't even sell with me How you gone act like a fool, I get to that money so fast and you can't catch up Cause I know that you slipping, you can't even get it, call 'em Jimmy, you ain't no good man It's Saul Goodman! Fuck you talking about, get to that money I get to that cream, they want to be fucking with me cause they see that I got it I can't even fuck with these bitches for free, lil bitch you got give me some money Yeah, don't ask me to fuck with my hitters, my team, lil bitch you can't get in our pockets I been running my bread up, that bag on me, lil bitch you can't even stop it Stop it, you can't even stop it, I get to that bag, you can't even stop it Got all this bread that's all in my wallet, I pull it out, bitch I got too many options He off the meds and don't got no money, he gone end up dead or end in a coffin I get to that bag, you can't even stop it, bitch you can't even stop it Why they be asking me what is the option, bitch I got too many options, yeah Don't matter if I got all that money at home or out, I got too many options Fuck you mean I ain't getting that money, I'm rolling down Rodeo feel like I'm Wunna And one of these motherfuckers talking shit might get hit in the back of his head like a stunner Stone Cold, I might just go fuck on your hoe, if they talking 'bout me then they already know When I get to that bag I'm not letting it go, and your bitch steady talking that shit on my phone And how you gone act like a bitch when I pull up with all of the hitters that's toting a stick When I get on your block, spin around and come find me cause I just might hit you with a damn brick Wet, wet, wet, that's how your bitch get when she sucking my dick She ask me to fucking hit it from the back so I pulled out her tracks and got me a snack She call me a snack cause she know I'm the best, uh huh, I get to that money no cap Yeah, they asking me why am I so damn conceited, cause bitch I know I'm the best, uh huh I get to that cream, they want to be fucking with me cause they see that I got it I can't even fuck with these bitches for free, lil bitch you got give me some money Yeah, don't ask me to fuck with my hitters, my team, lil bitch you can't get in our pockets I been running my bread up, that bag on me, lil bitch you can't even stop it Stop it, you can't even stop it, I get to that bag, you can't even stop it Got all this bread that's all in my wallet, I pull it out, bitch I got too many options He off the meds and don't got no money, he gone end up dead or end in a coffin I get to that bag, you can't even stop it, bitch you can't even stop it