Take U Home Lyrics - Dreamchasers 2 - Meek Mill

[Featuring: 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 

Slim 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) 

Related 

Match These Taylor Swift Songs to Her Ex-Boyfriends 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

[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 it's 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 

Photos 

[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'm a 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]