Got A Lot Of Options Lyrics - Mixtape Messiah 3 - Chamillionaire

[Intro/Chorus - Chamillionaire] 

Uh Huuuh! 

I got the thugs body rockin' 

Girls body flockin' 

I ain't trippin still got a spot to put the glock in 

Blades steady choppin' 

Boppa's steady boppin' 

Got a lot of ladies yeah i got a lot of options 

I got the thugs body rockin' 

Girls body flockin' 

Clothes lookin' throwed like i just came back from shoppin' 

Blades steady choppin' 

Boppa's steady boppin' 

Got a lot of ladies yeah i got a lot of options 

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] 

Baby all i know is im on 4's 

And this candy over silver sprayed on all my doors 

These brauds steady tellin me my car so throwed 

But my patna hopped right out and picked the braud i choose 

Beat up in a slab tv screens steady fallin' 

Lookin for some chicks and big business to get involved in 

Use to be on 4's had them swangas steady crawlin' (4 real) 

Use to hit that cappa and that classic in new orleans 

I took the doo-rag of the braids but i cant see a thang 

Sun is out but it look dark in my new set of versace shades 

Boys wonderin' and tryin' to count what i done made 

Cause my pockets lookin' pudgy and my jordan's lookin' swayed 

Darlin' im afraid that somethin isnt right 

She keeps sayin that im cool but she keeps sayin she a dike 

How do i persuade the braud to take the pipe 

Tell her get off from my swangas or get plumin' in your life 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire] 

Wanna be's throwin' ones tryin' to show that they makin cash 

Lookin' stupid than a mother all though it'll raise ya tabs 

Cause the vehicles and jewelry we got is way mo' advanced 

There's more colors in a watch than a set of jamaican flags 

Pick it all up in bags the promoters like make it fast 

Cause here comes another monsoon and these boys is goin' make it last 

Y'all hit the club tryin' to act like ya poppin' tags 

Hit the club and ya new clothes and you know you goin' take it back 

Ima fly rides owner ain't no need to take a cab 

Cause the key ain't nothin' to me i got cars so just take the slab 

Say you doin' it bigger it trip us so they can laugh 

Cause i done ran threw way mo' numbers than student's can do in math 

40 large in my pocket's is causin' my pants to sag 

Still in love with my money like i use to say in the past 

Who can do it better is the question they hate to ask 

Walk right out ya conversation and hope that it make ya mad 

[Chorus]