Socialite

What's your job? She said: Socialite
I asked: What's your job? She said: Socialite
Thick mixed girls are my kryptonite
All these drinks and drugs got us up tonight
I asked: What's your job?
To be real I can't figure it out
Baby, what's your job?

Some say that men are supposed to pay the bills
Some say that both of us can find a kill
It's hard for me to find someone that's real
Some say that I'm okay, some say I'm ill
I'm tryna eat but you can't cook the meal
I take you out so we can talk and chill
This conversation's kind of gettin' hot, yeah
This conversation's kind of gettin' real

What's your job? She said: Socialite
I asked: What's your job? She said: Socialite
Thick mixed girls are my kryptonite
All these drinks and drugs got us up tonight
I asked: What's your job?
To be real I can't figure it out
Baby, what's your job?

Sometimes you dip and take trips and come back richer
I know I'm cool but you keep treatin' me like I'm a dumb nigga
Connect the dots and I might cut you out the big picture
But you so fine it makes me just forget and fuck with you
You got chuggin' '42 like I don't care 'bout my liver
I'm not myself when I'm with you, ayy

Liquor in my system got wonderin' the truth
Baby, what do you do? Baby, what do you do?
Liquor in my system got wonderin' the truth
Baby, what do you do? Yeah, ayy, yeah

What's your job? She said: Socialite
I asked: What's your job? She said: Socialite
Thick mixed girls are my kryptonite
All these drinks and drugs got us up tonight
I asked: What's your job?
To be real I can't figure it out
Baby, what's your job?