[Verse 1: 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 n***a 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 [Hook: 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 [Verse 2: 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 f**ed up, man it's not my day I need another shot of that Bacardi [Hook] [Verse 3: Rock City] (Jamaican gibberish) [Hook]