[Intro]
(My nigga Johnny got another one)
Yeah
Huh, he ain't nothin' like me, bitch
[Verse 1]
Two hundred thousand to the face, this label pay me just to pop it
Rich nigga, Neiman Marcus, blowing thousands, I don't shoplift
My bitch bad, she don't want no Aylo, she want Vuitton and Rick
Twenty thousand sittin' on my chest, get close, I shoot this blick
[Chorus]
Big bands or the GT, it's too many options
Slide with 40 or the chop, it's too many options
Pay me or leave me 'lone, it ain't too many options
Diamonds dancing, who he feeling like he think he popping?
Big bands or the GT, it's too many options
Slide with 40 or the chop, it's too many options
Pay me or leave me 'lone, it ain't too many options
Diamonds dancing, who he feeling like he think he popping?
[Verse 2]
Black trucks on the daily, I don't need special occasions
I'm not the nigga who need somethin' so keep your lil' conversations
Bad bitch could get whatever, can't be my bitch if you look basic
Thirty-five hundred on my 'fit and I ain't even do nothin' crazy
Model bitch make that motherfucker jump like Maybach truck
She just want me 'cause I got money and got face tats, huh
Told brother I want the chop, but only if it come with a drum
If he got rank and he start running, you better go for that run
[Chorus]
Big bands or the GT, it's too many options
Slide with 40 or the chop, it's too many options
Pay me or leave me 'lone, it ain't too many options
Diamonds dancing, who he feeling like he think he popping?