Socials lyrics

[Intro]
Baby, this your chance
Baby, this your chance
(Reece, take em' to church)
(I'm finna go soon)

[Verse 1]
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 f*ckin' 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 еnjoy ridin' 'round
All that paper got me bougie, I can't do Fogo Dе Chão
Told my b*tch to hold the P, now she smell like a bag of loud
She say she like that gangster sh*t, I'm trim, you know I'm spankin' sh*t

[Chorus]
Benz coupe, I drove it out the showroom
I'm the type to turn a b*tch 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
f*ck 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
Dior saddlebags, but that broke n*gga tried to Coach you
Havin' so much motion in real life, I'm bad at socials
[Verse 2]
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 sh*t here properly
Got diamond chains and property
I'm rich, b*tch, come acknowledge me
f*ck 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

[Chorus]
Benz coupe, I drove it out the showroom
I'm the type to turn a b*tch 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
f*ck the club, I'd rather count these millions, I can't hold you
f*ck the club, I'd rather count these millions, I can't hold you