"Socials" lyrics
Baby, this your chance
Baby, this your chance
(Reece, take em' to church)
(I'm finna go soon)
Restaurants, we eatin' out
He too broke to leave the house
Go get in rotation, get your sorry-ass up off the couch
Bae, quit bein' lazy, open your legs and use your fuckin' mouth
He couldn't catch no juggs, I had to kick his ass up out the house
Hit the West and get them bags, and then I send him to the South
Do some push-ups, pump up your lil' chest, you need to stick it out
Got the hook up on them Delta tickets, I'm finna fly her out
It was just a fling, bae, I don't want ya, I can't tie you down
Went and bought a 'Rari just to drift and enjoy ridin' 'round
All that paper got me bougie, I can't do Fogo De Chão
Told my bitch to hold the P, now she smell like a bag of loud
She say she like that gangster shit, I'm trim, you know I'm spankin' shit
Benz coupe, I drove it out the showroom
I'm the type to turn a bitch house to a grow room
I'm the type to ride 'round with them switches and make 'em go boom
Baby, this your chance for the night, I'm finna go soon
Fuck the club, I'd rather count these millions, I can't hold you
Come join the Circle, I can boss you up, I'm tryna coach you
We on saddlebags, but that broke nigga tried to coach you
Havin' so much motion in real life, I'm bad at socials
Benz coupe, might cop a three
Drop the top, I'm feelin' free
I can make her part her legs like Moses parted up the sea
Listen, dog, use your head, I got rich without no degree
She just wanna use the bed and ride all day on top of me
Do this shit here properly
Got diamond chains and property
I'm rich, bitch, come acknowledge me
Fuck all that poverty
He left out my high rise with that pack, that's a novelty
Mini bags came straight from Sac, they strong, obviously
Benz coupe, I drove it out the showroom
I'm the type to turn a bitch house to a grow room
I'm the type to ride 'round with them switches and make 'em go boom
Baby, this your chance for the night, I'm finna go soon
Fuck the club, I'd rather count these millions, I can't hold you
Fuck the club, I'd rather count these millions, I can't hold you
Baby, this your chance
(Reece, take em' to church)
(I'm finna go soon)
Restaurants, we eatin' out
He too broke to leave the house
Go get in rotation, get your sorry-ass up off the couch
Bae, quit bein' lazy, open your legs and use your fuckin' mouth
He couldn't catch no juggs, I had to kick his ass up out the house
Hit the West and get them bags, and then I send him to the South
Do some push-ups, pump up your lil' chest, you need to stick it out
Got the hook up on them Delta tickets, I'm finna fly her out
It was just a fling, bae, I don't want ya, I can't tie you down
Went and bought a 'Rari just to drift and enjoy ridin' 'round
All that paper got me bougie, I can't do Fogo De Chão
Told my bitch to hold the P, now she smell like a bag of loud
She say she like that gangster shit, I'm trim, you know I'm spankin' shit
Benz coupe, I drove it out the showroom
I'm the type to turn a bitch house to a grow room
I'm the type to ride 'round with them switches and make 'em go boom
Baby, this your chance for the night, I'm finna go soon
Fuck the club, I'd rather count these millions, I can't hold you
Come join the Circle, I can boss you up, I'm tryna coach you
We on saddlebags, but that broke nigga tried to coach you
Havin' so much motion in real life, I'm bad at socials
Benz coupe, might cop a three
Drop the top, I'm feelin' free
I can make her part her legs like Moses parted up the sea
Listen, dog, use your head, I got rich without no degree
She just wanna use the bed and ride all day on top of me
Do this shit here properly
Got diamond chains and property
I'm rich, bitch, come acknowledge me
Fuck all that poverty
He left out my high rise with that pack, that's a novelty
Mini bags came straight from Sac, they strong, obviously
Benz coupe, I drove it out the showroom
I'm the type to turn a bitch house to a grow room
I'm the type to ride 'round with them switches and make 'em go boom
Baby, this your chance for the night, I'm finna go soon
Fuck the club, I'd rather count these millions, I can't hold you
Fuck the club, I'd rather count these millions, I can't hold you
