Take U Home (feat. Wale & Big Sean)

[Hook]

Girl I know you got a man, and you so in love with him

But can I get a dance? Maybe a little loving

? girl if I took you home, I wonder, I wonder

Maybe I was wondering

I wonder if I took you home

Would you still be in love baby?

Cause I need you tonight

I wonder if I took you home

Would you still be in love baby?

Cause I need you tonight

(Tell your man you’ll see him next week, cause we gone)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I say Maserati stance, get it we disappearing

I tell her cut off the phones, there’s nothing to interfere

She follow my every order do anything that I dare

I’m giving her everything so all my neighbors can hear it

Scream to her making her fiend more

We be making a movie they thinking its Scream 4

Got that from ? Jeezy and then I put Dean on

I’m 7 looking like Heaven, I love when them jeans on

We rolling get your chick stolen

Stand up paper I can’t even fold it

Old bread baby, my money be moldy

Every time I’m going down it’s nothing but roses, yeah

I was just on the money, never was on hoes

I told shorty play her part like some corn rows

And maybe you could get a Neiman Marcus wardrobe

I’m talking tearing down the mall when the stores close

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wale]

Dub A.L.E. you know I’m in the house

I’m going on whatever shorty point them bitches out

They love me up top, I’m important in the South

I could talk them into drinking and then talk them out of a blouse

Look, wild youngin, brown drinking and loud loving

Living in a moment shawty it’s now or never

I’m in a 911, this shit is rented though

But how I’m whippin’ this muthafucka you never know

Shout out my brother Meek, O Melly what it do?

We trying to find how many bitches could fit in the coupe

She addicted to bags, I’m addicted to shoes

You could buy em for me, he can buy em for you

Word. Wale Folarin

Young’un Supreme SB’s, I’m a star in this muthafucka

Raw in this muthafucka, Vuitton a nigga’s duffle

John Doe flow: got a car in this muthafucka

Woop! Park the Caddy in the living room

He ain’t talking about no paper we don’t listen to him

I try to love ‘em in the physical not literal

After I’mma hit it gotta give a little nigga room!

A little space! I gotta breathe

We blew enough trees, you gotta leaf!

No Days Off, me and Meek

Young gunner, Rock Boys, double MG!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]

Man I like my drinks high, my lights low

And I’m stacking paper like trifolds

‘Til my momma neighbors them white folks

‘Til my account triple O, oh, triple o, oh

Man the bank teller thought it was a typo

I’ve got loose girls in tight clothes

Man, that dance floor look perfect

Only thing it’s missing is Michael

Twerk that shit, berserk that shit

Finally Famous ho, I deserve that shit

Put syrup on top, I dessert that shit

Then afterwards I’m gone, I desert that shit

B.I.G. lil bitch!

[Hook]