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Gotta Have It-Kanye West and Jay-Z
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INTERPRÉTATION
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Chant
Kanye West
Kanye West
Chant
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Chant
James Brown
James Brown
Artiste samplé
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Paroles/Composition
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Paroles/Composition
James Brown
James Brown
Paroles/Composition
Joseph Roach
Joseph Roach
Paroles/Composition
Tony Pinckney
Tony Pinckney
Paroles/Composition
Fred Wesley
Fred Wesley
Paroles/Composition
Kanye West
Kanye West
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kanye West
Kanye West
Production
The Neptunes
The Neptunes
Production
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Ingénierie de prise de son
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Ingénierie de mixage

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Turn my headphones up Louder Uh-huh, uh-huh (What you need, what, what you need) (What you need, what, what you need) Oh (I got what you need) Hello, hello, hello, White America, assassinate my character Money matrimony, yeah, they tryna break the marriage up Who gon' act phonier? Who gon' try to embarrass ya? I'm a need a day off, I think I'll call Ferris up Bueller had a Mueller, but I switched it for a Miele 'Cause I'm richer, and prior to this shit was movin' freebase Had a conference with the DJs (Yeah), Puerto Rico three-days (Parlay with them GDs, now they got our shit on replay) Sorry I'm in pajamas, but I just got off the PJ And last party we had, they shut down Prive (Ain't that where the Heat play?) Yep (Niggas hate ballers these days) Ain't that like LeBron James? (Ain't that just like D-Wade) (Wait) (What you need, what, what you need) (I got what you need, what, what you) (What you need, what, what you need) (I got what you need) (Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup) Wassup, ma'fucka, where my money at? You gon' make me come down to your house where yo' mummy at Mummy wrap the kids, have 'em cryin' for they mummy back Dummy that your daddy is, tell 'em I just want my racks (Racks on racks on racks) Racks (Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs on bachs) Who in that? (Oh shit, it's just blacks on blacks on blacks) (Hundred stack) How you get it? (Nigga, layin' raps on tracks) I wish I could give you this feelin', I'm planking on a million I'm riding through yo' hood, you can bank I ain't got no ceiling (Made a left on Nostrand Ave.) Right (We in Bed Stuy) Made a right on 79th, I'm coming down South Shore Drive (I remain Chi-town) Brooklyn 'til I die (Take 'em on home, take 'em on home...) (Take 'em on home, take 'em on home...) (I got what you need, what, what you need) (Take 'em on home) (What you need, what, what you need) (I got what you need, what, what you need) (Take 'em on home, take 'em on home...) (Take 'em on home, take 'em on home...) (Tryna hurt my name, huh?)
Writer(s): Fred Wesley, James Brown, St. Clair Pickney, Pharrell Williams, Joseph Roach, Kanye West, Shawn Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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