No Choice

I didn’t have a choice I had to stack up the coins They finna hate on my voice I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster Lobsters and them oysters Mobsters, gun in holsters I didn’t have a choice I had to stack up the coins They finna hear my voice I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster Lobsters and them oysters Mobsters, gun in holsters I’m at Saks You at Hollister I took your girl, I ain’t calling her I knew that you was imposter Imaginary friends like Foster I just got a bag so they say I’m selfish When I rock new shoes , shit be velvet Smoking on pack, man you can smell it Pound cake and it came straight from London No I don’t sell, you can look, can’t touch Damn bitch, how’d you get my number? You my customer , nothing more Don’t call my phone, I don’t give a f*ck no more She want a deuce and an eighth in a blunt That’s the only reason she wake up I count my blessings like they was some bucks That’s the only reason I came up Soon as I pick up Imma take you home I like to take these drugs alone I think Imma take em all I didn’t have a choice I had to stack up the coins They finna hate on my voice I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster Lobsters and them oysters Mobsters, gun in holsters I didn’t have a choice I had to stack up the coins They finna hear my voice I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster Lobsters and them oysters Mobsters, gun in holsters