Doja Cat – “Options” (ft. J.I.D) [Audio, Lyrics]

Off the new album, Doja Cat features J.I.D on “Options” produced by Mayer Hawthorne & Y2K. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Doja Cat Options

This song is immediately recognizable thanks to the flute melody that plays in the background. Doja rides the beat well as she mostly finds herself rapping throughout the first portion of the song. From there, she gets into her singing bag, all while J.I.D makes his appearance in the second half of the song. J.I.D’s verse is multifaceted and has two distinct flows that switch up seemingly out of nowhere.

Doja Cat – Options (ft. J.I.D) (prod. Mayer Hawthorne & Y2K)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
I don’t need lovin’, late-night cuffin’
Take it all off, you naughty
Put it back on and pause it
Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet
Pickin’ at us, well, maybe
We know we both got options

[Verse 1: Doja Cat]
I know you faded, boy
I feel it wearin’ off
Went to get Hen’ and Coke
I like the way you talk, yeah
I couldn’t give a fuck
Givin’ him paranoia
He just wanna smash on tour
Fuckin’ for the new velours
I like it when you with me all night
I can’t imagine what you might try
Yeah, you so full of surprises
Guess you one of my vices
You want a picket fence and a wife
You never change your mind when I cry
Yeah, I see you flossin’, you know it
Droppin’ your jaw when the drawers hit the floor

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
I don’t need lovin’, late-night cuffin’
Take it all off, you naughty
Put it back on and pause it
Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet
Pickin’ at us, well, maybe
We know we both got options

[Bridge: Doja Cat]
You can count on me
To never count on you
I’m only down for you
We pretty down, baby, well, I, I

[Verse 2: JID]
She wanna fuck a nigga like she love me
She got a lover, but I might get lucky
But you got me on a drain like a drunkie
Lookin’ at the junk in your trunk like a junkie
We don’t speak, just fuck a twice a week
And if she like freaks, we must try a threesome
Do it on the beach, in the sand, let me see sumn’
Seashells on the shore, I’m a beach bum
Finna eat sumn’ when you come
Baby, don’t you wanna let me know?
Layin’ on my bed like a vegetable
Lied when you said, “Never let me go”
Just like a pole, you professional
Stand on your hand ’cause you flexible
Now she tryna fuck me in the restroom or the parkin’ lot
At the restaurant, anywhere, everywhere, anytime, I

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
I don’t need lovin’, late-night cuffin’
Take it all off, you naughty
Put it back on and pause it
Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet
Pickin’ at us, well, maybe
We know we both got options
I don’t need lovin’, late-night cuffin’
Take it all off, you naughty
Put it back on and pause it
Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet
Pickin’ at us, well, maybe
We know we both got options