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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 Letras de cancionesHavin' 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 From Letras Mania