Not Coming Home Tonight

[Intro: Riff Raff]

I’m not coming home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I got a pocket full of cash, a car full of gas

So I’m not coming home tonight, home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I got a pocket full of cash, a car full of gas

So I’m not coming home tonight, home tonight

[Verse 1: Dirt Nasty]

I ain't coming home tonight

Just got a case of Coors Light

I’mma get another DUI

Sorry fat ass, this my life

I won’t be back I’m sorry

I’m at a Three Loco party (Viva!)

Fuckin’ a cholo barbie

In Cocoa Beach, so gnarly

I don’t wanna come home

Bitch, just let a dog roam

Hell nah I didn’t answer my phone

I was all alone doin’ drugs in a school zone

[Hook: Riff Raff]

I’m not coming home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I got a pocket full of cash, a car full of gas

So I’m not coming home tonight, home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I got a pocket full of cash, a car full of gas

So I’m not coming home tonight, home tonight, yeah

[Verse 2: Andy Milonakis]

Fuck home I don’t even wanna go there

On the road, the road to Saint Elsewhere

I ain’t lost I’m just cruisin’ Black

I found two bitches that go ass to ass

Motel 6 ain’t up to par

So fuck it; I’ll just sleep in my car

Woke up on the edge of the earth

I don’t wanna go back, it ain’t worth it

Now I’m in Paris with Euro hoes

They French kissin’ my dick now I’ll never go home

[Hook: Riff Raff]

I’m not coming home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I got a pocket full of cash, a car full of gas

So I’m not coming home tonight, home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I got a pocket full of cash, a car full of gas

So I’m not coming home tonight, home tonight, yeah

[Verse 3: Riff Raff]

Billy Jean, Charlie Sheen

My blunt looks like a burrito supreme (Taco!)

I can front page of the magazine

Now she in my face, Maybelline

Rap game Madonna, strike a pose

Bad bitch at mi casa, folding clothes (Laundry)

Now I’m Burt Reynolds with the Listerine (Wash)

Live half my life in a limousine

I pour my four in my Zima

My bitch ass look like Trina

Like MC Hammer, have you seen her? Yeah

[Hook: Riff Raff]

I’m not coming home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I got a pocket full of cash, a car full of gas

So I’m not coming home tonight, home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I got a pocket full of cash, a car full of gas

So I’m not coming home tonight, home tonight, yeah