[Chorus]
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
[Verse 1: Rich The Mack]
Cut all my losses, dead em' and toss em', ain't got other options
Yeah, this year I been plottin'
Straight out city, I stay out in Austin
Lead in assists, now I'm feelin' like Stockton
Head to the bank, I make deposit
Pull up with shorty, we finna go shoppin'
She want a Birkin, I tell her I'll cop it
I don't check tags cause that's how i got it
He sent a sub, I told him that's not it
Reach back, 1-3, and I caught it
I'm like Lil Baby I've been stayin' solid
I'm educated, but dropped outta college
Foot on the gas, I run up the mileage
I'm flyin' private, I dap up pilot
I'm takin flight while I'm up dressed fly shit
Live out my closet, I ain't need no stylist
[Chorus]
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
[Verse 2: Rich The Mack]
Hottest topic, I ain't fallin' off
Tough on the net, but I know they soft (Soft)
Bookin' a room in a Cali loft
I ain't beefin with no one, I cut it off
Float on the beat, ain't got time to think
Cold in December, I need a mink (Brr)
Slide on the beat like a hockey rink
And I'm leavin' the stu, now she tryna link (No)
Droppin' a date and we causin' commotion
Feel like Nick Saban, I'm sendin' the motion
Puttin' my team on a yacht in the ocean
Heart on my sleeve, It's out in the open
Magazine covers I feel like I'm chosen
All around player, I feel like Derozan
Walked in the jeweler, I'm comin' out frozen
I'm goin hard, they thought I was joking
[Chorus]
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
[Verse 3: Tedy Andreas]
Uh
Who could it be? (Who could it be right there?)
I got my foot on they neck, my ear to the streets (See me?)
Crackin' the seal, see how the Actavis feel
I was power steerin', I had the stash in the Acura wheel
Rappers dickridin', sayin' it's networking and that's how they build (Word?)
Cut her off, now she's hoeing 'round, I guess that's how she heal
I retired from the hustle, but ended up back in the field
From a G-package, to a G-wagon, I'm a G, refer to me as G-O-D (Yeah)
Could play with keys like I'm Motiff
Kept it real when I ghost her
I ain't the type to play both sides
I don't put stock in no co-signs
Boxcutter in my coatline
Shit could get ugly in no time
Rum Swing on the coaster
Cubano smokin' by the coastline
Same hustle from the same trouble, mothafucka's, since the days I sold dimes
I don't need a scale for the substance
I could weigh the numbers up with both eyes
Y'all was clubbing when I sold pies
Hit you buster's with a drone strike
Homie I see through your whole design
Really thuggin', Al Capone type
[Chorus]
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
