Letra de Too Many Options - Travis Scott

(Feat. Young Thug)

She don't need those (Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)

She don't need those

Ooh (Cardo got wings), yeah

Yeah, hold on

Splatt, splatt, splatt, woo (Yeah)

I came from rags to riches (I came from poverty, yeah)

The crew came from rags-to riches

Rags (Hey), to riches

I'm havin' my share with these bitches (Havin' my share with these bitches)

Bird play, bitch (Yeah), yeah

Too much of alcohol, we need more options

Need more dancers, ah, 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 (Mary)

Four-twenty (Yeah)

Don't sell things (Yeah, mary)

Water neck (Mary)

Private jet (Aw, Mary)

No better than that (Mary)

Lil' bitty bitch (Mary, yeah)

I paid homage and I still hang with all my niggas (Woah, woah, woah)

Iced out her neck, tryna flood all my niggas (Woah, woah, woah)

Crocodile Dundee, gators in my closet (Woah, woah, woah)

Crocodile Dundee, gators in my closet (Woah, woah, woah)

Carbon fiber, yeah

Started, goin' fire, yeah (Woah, woah, woah)

Droppin' the roof, yeah

Hit it off booth, yeah (Woah, woah, woah)

Fresh off of my nieces, yeah

Give 'em with pieces, yeah (Woah, woah, woah)

All of the diamond chains

Park it with lights, I do not need aim

Freaks got me geeked

Energy, suck it out of 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, ah, 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 (Hey)

Nah, they can't catch me

Shake– shake– shake 'em off the stick (Hey)

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)

Damn, boy, you built like Cam Newton (Ayy)

Groovy bitch like Snoop (Ayy)

Rich nigga still eatin' noodle soup

Shawty wanna fuck with my crew (Okay)

Red bottoms on, baboon (Hey)

Goin' outer space with your boo (Come on)

Pussy wet, she don't need lube

I paid homage and I still hang with all my niggas (Woah, woah, woah)

Iced out her neck, tryna flood all my niggas (Woah, woah, woah)

Crocodile Dundee, gators in my closet (Woah, woah, woah)

Crocodile Dundee, gators in my closet (Woah, woah, woah)

Too much of alcohol, we need more options

Need more dancers, ah, 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

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