Take U Home Lyrics - Meek Mill

1 [Chorus]

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

3 But can I get a dance? Maybe a little loving

4 Girl if I took you home, I wonder, I wonder

5 Maybe I was wondering

6 I wonder if I took you home

7 Would you still be in love baby?

8 Cause I need you tonight

9 I wonder if I took you home

10 Would you still be in love baby?

11 Cause I need you tonight

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

13 I say Maserati stance, get it we disappearing

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

15 She follow my every order do anything that I dare

16 I'm giving her everything so all my neighbours can hear it

17 Scream to her making her fiend more

18 We be making a movie they thinking its Scream 4

19 Got that from bruh Jeezy and then I put Dean on

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

21 We rolling get your chick stolen

22 Stand up paper I can't even fold it

23 Old bread baby, my money be mouldy

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

25 I was just on the money, never was on hoes

26 I told shorty play her part like some corn rows

27 And maybe you could get a Neiman Marcus wardrobe

28 I'm talking tearing down the mall when the stores close

29 [Chorus]

30 Dub A.L.E. you know I'm in the house

31 I'm going on whatever shorty point them bitches out

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

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

34 Look, wild youngin, brown drinking and loud loving

35 Living in a moment shawty it's now or never

36 I'm in a 911, this shit is rented though

37 But how I'm whippin' this muthafucka you never know

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

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

40 She addicted to bags, I'm addicted to shoes

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

42 Word. Wale Folarin

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

44 Raw in this muthafucka, Vuitton a nigga's duffle

45 John Doe flow, got a car in this muthafucka

46 Woop! Park the Caddy in the living room

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

48 I try to love 'em in the physical not literal

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

50 A little space! I gotta breathe

51 We blew enough trees, you gotta leaf!

52 No Days Off, me and Meek

53 Young gunner, Rock Boys, double MG!

54 [Chorus]

55 Man I like my drinks high, my lights low

56 And I'm stacking paper like trifolds

57 'Til my momma neighbours them white folks

58 'Til my account triple O, oh, triple o, oh

59 Man the bank teller thought it was a typo

60 I've got loose girls in tight clothes

61 Man, that dance floor look perfect

62 Only thing it's missing is Michael

63 Twerk that shit, berserk that shit

64 Finally Famous ho, I deserve that shit

65 Put syrup on top, I dessert that shit

66 Then afterwards I'm gone, I desert that shit

67 B.I.G. lil bitch!

68 [Chorus]