Stevie B Beatz Ayy, ayy It's been a nice week You've been at the crib You cook and you clean, uh On a wifey ting Went studio, made some hits In the club and I heard you scream That look, I know how it feels But it's time to go home Go home, go home, go home I don't want that thing no more Go home, go home, go home And I know that you bad as fuck And you got no waist and you need some love And I know you gon' probably hate me But you been really out here for ages Go home I don't want that thing no more Don't call my two-three-four Cause some other hoes need my love And you never gon' be enough There's never gon' be no us Go home I don't want that ting no more, yeah It's a bachelor pad for a reason I don't wanna see no panties hanging in my bathroom Bitch, that sounds like treason I eat pussy, but tonight I'm vegan That big booty ain't blind my vision Cut that bullshit, it's playboy season I ain't gon' die on a lil' preseason I am a ho, yeah How don't you know? Do I gotta tat it on my face so clearly? How the fuck you think I stay so petty? I got chicks when I touch down steady Though you bad and your waist work (Mad) But It's time to go don't call me (Bitch) But it's time to go home Go home, go home, go home I don't want that thing no more Go home, go home, go home And I know that you bad as fuck And you got no waist and you need some love And I know you gon' probably hate me But you been really out here for ages Go home I don't want that thing no more Don't call my two-three-four Cause some other hoes need my love And you never gon' be enough There's never gon' be no us Go home But it's time to go home Go home, go home, go home I don't want that thing no more Go home, go home, go home Don't call my two-three-four Go home, go home, go home I don't want that thing no more Go home, go home, go home