Don't hit me if you're going outI can barely leave the houseMood is always moving southAnd you don't know what that's aboutDon't hit me if you're going outI can barely leave the houseMood is always moving southAnd you don't know what that's aboutYeahDon't check on me, don't sweat, I'm fineDon't expect me to just unwindIt takes a minute and some wineTill I'm finished and say byeI don't say muchI know going out don't really take muchBut fat boys in the city gonna hate usThey impress they daddies with an A plusI try to put my shoes on and I give upHomies sent the address to the strip clubGirls pay 20k just for a lift upThe type of girl that I loveThe type of girl that make the boys do sit-upsDon't hit me if you're going outI can barely leave the houseMood is always moving southAnd you don't know what that's aboutDon't hit me if you're going outI can barely leave the houseMood is always moving southAnd you don't know what that's aboutThe DJs replay every song like, if I say, more than enough is enoughJust act okay and play alongHe hates that he can't say I'm wrongHis friends pretend and carry onLike, are you stupid?I'm not in the club looking for cute, bitchI be on my couch alone and uselessTwenty-four a drink, I think you're cluelessYou can come and find me when you close outWhen all the other boys are getting thrown outDudes be hella rude so I don't go outI don't go outDon't hit me if you're going outI can barely leave the houseMood is always moving southAnd you don't know what that's aboutDon't hit me if you're going outI can barely leave the houseMood is always moving southAnd you don't know what that's aboutYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahThanks to my Chinese itsy bitsy