(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint home with me tonight You should go Cuz im in the streets tonight You go home Cuz you aint home wit me tonight You should go the way its gonna be tonight
(Termanology)
The way its be Is ima do me, and you do you Enough the boo hoos I juss wanna cruise, party wit my And beefin wit you is something i aint 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, where you wrong I be on the plane, every day, So you feel me when Im around the way I be lean, prolly wit my team But you want me in the lil in ya jeans I know I be over seas, and I be in your So im around baby, all you want is me Come on mami the key in the mailbox, I'll see you when I'm with the Smirnoff
(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint home with me tonight You go home Cuz girl im in the streets You go home Cuz you aint comin 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?, where you When I don't up the phone, I must be wit my girlfriend You need to back up off a little bit and up You tryna shorten my time and my days up Im tryna hang with the homeboys and up But all you do it start drama, craze nut That's not the move, you need to take a chill Let me sit you down and tell you whats the real Just cuz im settled down don't I'm not still treal, I went out before you and you I still will Not tryna be rude, juss be true Im from the south, I cant it, that's how we do They gave me runners, transparent girls see And I aint got time, so I'll see you
(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you comin home with me tonight You should go Cuz im in the streets tonight You should go Cuz you aint comin home wit me You should go That's the way its gonna be
(Termanology)
You see me talkin to her, I aint getting it on I could be talkin to her Sierra Leone Or my cologne , or maybe Al Capone There's so many directions can go So why you on patrol, I'm on parole You wanna know in your heart, you in control I juss roll, pockets on swoll, Hit the club wit mad money to blow Yea I its cold, but I live 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 juss let it be