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Baby, this your chance
Baby, this your chance
Reese takin' the charge
I'm finna go soon
Restaurant, 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 'em to the South
Do some push-ups, pump up your lil' chest, you need to stick it out
Got the hookup on them Delta tickets, I'm finna fly her out
It was just a fling, bae, I don't want you, I can't tie you down
Went and bought a 'Rari just to drift it and joyride around
All this pape', it got me bougie, I can't do shit but throw the towel
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
Dior saddlebags, but that broke nigga tried to coach you
Havin' so much motion in real life, I'm barely on social
Van Cleef, might cop a three
Drop the top, I'm feelin' free
I can make it part the ledge like Moses parted up the sea
Bitch, them dogs'll use they 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, bitch, fuck all of that poverty
He left up out my highrise with that pack, that's a novelty
These bags came straight from Saks, 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