(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint comin home with me You go home Cuz girl im in the tonight You go home Cuz you comin home wit me tonight You should go That's the way its be tonight
(Termanology)
The way its be Is ima do me, and you do you Enough with the boo I juss wanna cruise, wit my crew And beefin wit you is i aint tryna do I juss wanna vibe, chill and a ride But you wanna scream, and cry my eye You should watch your tone, on the phone That aint how you keep a man, that's you wrong I be on the plane, every day, So you gotta feel me when Im the way I be lean, prolly wit my team But you me in the lil pocket in ya jeans I I be over seas, and I be in your dreams So when im around baby, all you is me Come on leave the key in the mailbox, I'll see you I'm done with the Smirnoff
(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint comin home me tonight You go home Cuz girl im in the streets You go home Cuz you comin home wit me tonight You should go the way its gonna be tonight
(Bun B)
Man, God girl here we go again, You all up in my grill bout the time we spend You always asking where you goin?, you been? When I don't up the phone, I must be wit my girlfriend You need to back up off a bit and raise up You tryna shorten my time and my days up Im tryna hang the homeboys and blaze up But all you wanna do it start drama, nut That's not the move, you need to take a pill Let me sit you and tell you whats the real deal cuz im settled down don't mean I'm not still treal, I out before you and after you I still will Not tryna be rude, juss be true Im from the south, I cant it, that's how we do They me runners, transparent girls see through And I aint got time, so holla see you
(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint comin home with me You go home Cuz im in the streets tonight You go home Cuz you aint comin wit me tonight You should go the way its gonna be tonight
(Termanology)
You see me talkin to her, I aint necessarily it on I could be to her bout Sierra Leone Or maybe my cologne , or maybe Al There's so directions conversations can go So why you on patrol, like I'm on You juss wanna in your heart, you in control I juss wanna roll, on swoll, Hit the club wit mad money to blow Yea I know its cold, but I a code MONEY OVER BITCHES, my squad a hoe Maybe you go, cuz you aint comin home wit me I'm tryna do my thing, you should let it be