[R. Kelly] We ain´t gon´ leave ´til 4 in the mornin´ Thousand dollar tab, but I can afford it On my 4th drink but I´m not an alcoholic Shorty say she want me, she way too scrawny
By 4 o´clock I might be too horny to go home lonely I can´t be lonely Left the last club cause the DJ was boring Came back, valet parked it and the valet robbed me Nigga true story, and that was 12:40(am) By 1 o´clock I was back in the wary Tipsy, Ferrari, this Hennessy got me Oh baby, I´m so sorry
[R. Kelly] But if you´re drinkin´ what I´m drinkin´ Put your hands up in the sky If you´re thinkin´ what I´m thinkin´ You´ll say "what a crazy night!" Way-oh, way-oh
[R. Kelly] We ain´t go leave ´til 4, maybe later Track so funky, make you make an ugly face Run that back, I mean start that over Shorty get closer, hot like a toaster Body so tight, like she walked off the poster Kellz caked up, make her call me the baker Man, he a hater, she gonna see me later He got good intentions, but not enough paper We left doin´ 80, caught a flat up on the Friday Headed back to the highway, think they´ll stay at my place Just so fucked up, man it´s not my day I need another shot of that Bacardi