Only Option

[Intro]
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Finna go way up
Finna go way up
Yeah, yeah
No, no, no
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Foreign shit, I got cars, broads, lotta that
Shopping in Neiman Marcus
This money made me a target
I pull up in a SRT but I was just walkin'
My big cousin tried to beat the case with them feds watchin'
My lil' brother running up bags off narcotics
Get the Cayenne started, drive it like a fucking Charger
Dropped out of school, now this shit really my only option

[Verse 1]
Give a fuck 'bout what's cool, I put on for my bitch and my brothers
I don't owe you nothin', owe you nothin'
I work every single day and night and night
In this shit for life, I can't go for nothin'
Told my brother once I get that call, then it's over with
Got some money, now they notice how I ball when I'm holdin' it
I put Dior on my main bitch, side bitch Prada'd up
She can't get enough
Know they proud of us
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Foreign shit, I got cars, broads, lotta that
Shopping in Neiman Marcus
This money made me a target
I pull up in a SRT but I was just walkin'
My big cousin tried to beat the case with them feds watchin'
My lil' brother running up bags off narcotics
Get the Cayenne started, drive it like a fucking Charger
Dropped out of school, now this shit really my only option

[Verse 2]
Ran my digits up
Three-wheeler, I’m spinnin' in it
She throwing top, I grab her head like I'm [?]
She trying to let go, know that she can't though
Can't find the strength to
I stack a lotta hundreds up, and then I count them (Racks)
I can fuck on bad hoes, my wrist on fountain
My big brother was in the bando, shippin' them pounds in
But now we countin' up them bankrolls, and we just loungin'
B-b-big boy watch me, stack this money up
My boy keep that choppa in his shirt, he got a tummy tuck
To think these bitches used to leave me hurt but now they suck me up
All my brothers scammin', they been punchin' like an uppercut
Sippin' codeine, smokin' way too much pack, I need another one
Hit for me, hit for me
Turnin' my ordinary life to history
Write all my songs, nobody made a hit for me
Never worry 'cause my bros gon' take the risk for me
Foreign shit, I got a lot of cars
Big diamonds, my Audemars
We know they talk shit, but they do not want a war
Cartier on my optics
Been fucking all types of girls, no, I don’t leave out no categories
I done seen my brother sad so I buy a new Patek for him
Knew this shit would take off the second I got a platform
That boy couldn't be with his girl so I hit from the back for him
Used to have to score, now every second is a point

[Chorus]
Foreign shit, I got cars, broads, lotta that
Shopping in Neiman Marcus
This money made me a target
I pull up in a SRT but I was just walkin'
My big cousin tried to beat the case with them feds watchin'
My lil' brother running up bags off narcotics
Get the Cayenne started, drive it like a fucking Charger
Dropped out of school, now this shit really my only option
Foreign shit, I got cars, broads, lotta that
Shopping in Neiman Marcus
This money made me a target
I pull up in a SRT but I was just walkin'
My big cousin tried to beat the case with them feds watchin'
My lil' brother running up bags off narcotics
Get the Cayenne started, drive it like a fucking Charger
Dropped out of school, now this shit really my only option