Come Home To God

Wasted, gotta call a friend to come running

Laced it, just a little blow in the money

Denim Louis bag andn a 2000 Impala

I just popped a tag on a bitch to make her mama

Alimony Ama, got her for the drama

She out with her shottas

She taste a bit, and take it how she wanna

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

Alimony Ama, get it from her mama

She out with her shottas

She taste a bit, and take it how she wanna

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

Break it down, buss it on the pole

Money on the floor

Come on home to God

Come on home to God

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

Break it down, buss it on the pole

Money on the floor

Then come on home to God

Home to God

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

Shawty say she love me like she love the Lord

When I'm in that pussy, I'm above the law

If I had the world, I still would end it all

Thousand and one reasons not to get involved

I'ma call my ex and say, I love her, in the past tense

Drinking from a fountain, she anoint me like a pastor

Triple-winged angel 'bout to turn me to a bastard

Devil doing favors that a **** never asked for

Break it down, buss it on the pole

Money on the floor

Come on home to God

Come on home to God

Break it down, buss it on the pole

Money on the floor

Come on home to God

Home to God

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it

And she want it, want it