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 And baby, what's your job? Some say 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 getting hot, yeah This conversation's kind of getting real I asked, "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 And baby, what's your job? Sometimes you dip and take trips and come back richer I know I'm cool, but you keep treating me like I'm a dumb nigga Connect the dots and I might cut you out the big picture But you're so fine, it makes me just forget and fuck with you You got me chugging 42 like I don't care 'bout my liver I'm not myself when I'm with you, ayy Liquor in my system got me wondering the truth Baby, what do you do? Baby, what do you do? Liquor in my system got me wondering the truth Baby, what do you do? 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 And baby, what's your job? Oh, yeah