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Travis Scott - Too Many Options Feat Young Thug Lyrics

She don't need those (Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)
She don't need those, yeah (Cardo got wings, yeah)
Hold on, splatt, splatt, splatt, woo (Yeah)
I just went rags-to-riches, the crew went rags-to-riches
Rags-to-riches, I'm havin' my share with these bitches
Well played, bitch, yeah

Too much of alcohol, we need more options
Need more dancers, ahh, we way too poppin'
In love with ice and chains, I'm way too flashy
We movin' fast as hell, nah, they can't catch me

Mary Jane, diamond rings
Four-twenty, don't sell things
Water neck, private jet
No better net, lil' bitty bitch

I pay homage and I still have all my niggas
Iced out my neck, tried to ice out my niggas
Crocodile Dundee, get it all from my closet
Crocodile Dundee, that's all in my closet

Carbon fiber, yeah, started, gon' find ya, yeah
Droppin' the roof, yeah, hit it off booth, yeah
Fresh off of my nieces, yeah, give 'em with pieces, yeah
Cut of the lights, I don't need it
Freaks got me geeked
Energy, suck it outta me, uh
Hit my phone, click, then I'm home
Styrofoam, zone-zone-zone-zone

Too much of alcohol, we need more options
Need more dancers, ahh, we way too poppin'
In love with ice and chains, I'm way too flashy
We movin' fast as hell, nah, they can't catch me
Nah, they can't catch me

Shake 'em off this bitch, shake 'em-shake 'em off the stick
Nah, they can't catch me, shake-shake-shake 'em off the stick
Shake 'em off his feet, shake 'em-shake 'em off his feet (oh, yeah)
Swag so ridiculous, it'll shake you off your heat, yeah
I'ma kick it like sushi, ayy, that boy, he built like Cam Newton, ayy
Groovy bitch like, ayy, rich nigga still eat noodle soup
Shawty wanna fuck my crew, red bottoms on, baboon
Goin' out of state with your boo, pussy wet, she don't need lube

I pay homage and I still have all my niggas
Iced out my neck, tried to ice out my niggas
Crocodile Dundee, get it all from my closet
Crocodile Dundee, that's all in my closet

Too much of alcohol, we need more options
Need more dancers, ahh, we way too poppin'
In love with ice and chains, I'm way too flashy
We movin' fast as hell, nah, they can't catch me
Nah, they can't catch me

She don't need those
She don't need those
Ooh-woah, yeah