Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Troy Austin Thomas
Songwriter
Daniel Lee Cook
Songwriter
Lyrics
Boy, what you need? (Man, what you need?)
Boy, what you need? (Man, what you need, what you need?)
Boy, what you need? (Man, man, what you need, what you need?)
I need a Baton Rouge Bop that's gon' twerk and not stop
He need a Baton Rouge Bop that don't mess with no opps
I need a Baton Rouge Bop that's gon' fight a opp Bop
He need a Baton Rouge Bop, all she wanna do is shop
If you happy and you know it, clap yo' cheeks (man, clap your cheeks)
If you happy and you know it, clap yo' cheeks (man, clap your cheeks)
If you happy and you know it and you really wanna show it
If you happy and you know it, clap yo' cheeks
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
(Man) I said man, put your dude on block when you're with me (DND)
Bet not see him text yo' phone 'til you leave from me
Corvette for weekend, girl, you know that this a rental
I ain't gotta lie, It's temporary like your frontal
I'm from Baton Rouge, girl, I take you to the jungle
I'm 17, but you know that age is just a number
Man, take them panties off, make me hit it with no rubber
A real grown man, bend you over like a woman
Ain't no rookie in my blood, I'ma show you I'm a pro
Get a Houston girl for me, then I put her on the floor
They want you to be with him, I'm the best, and you know (you know)
Aggressive big dude talkin' dirty on the phone
Everybody know you bop, go and ask my lil' bro
He can't do what Troy do, everybody know he broke
Biggest P around, I can't do no lovin' (uh-huh)
I done had every girl, I put that on my cousin (for real)
Man, I done had big booty girl (uh-huh)
A rich Gucci girl (uh-huh)
A big juicy girl (uh-huh)
A bougie type girl (yeah)
A hood type girl (alright)
A nasty white girl (alright)
A college smart girl (alright)
A spicy hot girl (alright, alright)
Man, you booty nice, girl
I need a Baton Rouge Bop that's gon' twerk and not stop
He need a Baton Rouge Bop that don't mess with no opps
I need a Baton Rouge Bop that's gon' fight a opp Bop
He need a Baton Rouge Bop, all she wanna do is shop
If you happy and you know it, clap yo' cheeks (man, clap your cheeks)
If you happy and you know it, clap yo' cheeks (man, clap your cheeks)
If you happy and you know it and you really wanna show it
If you happy and you know it, clap yo' cheeks
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
I said
He want a Baton Rouge Bop that's gon' twerk and not stop
I want a six-foot tall, dread head with a Glock
He want Baton Rouge Bop that's gon' fight his opp Bop
I want a rich dude, six figures, every day, we shop
Yeah, he tried of all them bougie girls, he need a block thot
I call Troy up, he got the bag, he told me that the block hot
Yeah, it's hot, yeah, it's hot, he gon' pull up to the spot
Send the lo get the drop, he gon' stock, he on block
I'm on top, put my hair up in a knot
If she play, she get popped
Pulled up to the show, beat her up and then I go
Hit once, hit again, lay her down up on the floor
Put some diamonds on my throat
Boy, you know that I'm a goat
You can never tell me no, get it all up out the stoe
When we leave, give me more, put my dudes up in a row
Buying everything high, we ain't buying nothing low
Without me, you a broke (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I need a Baton Rouge Bop that's gon' twerk and not stop
He need a Baton Rouge Bop that don't mess with no opps
I need a Baton Rouge Bop that's gon' fight a opp Bop
He need a Baton Rouge Bop, all she wanna do is shop
If you happy and you know it, clap yo' cheeks (man, clap your cheeks)
If you happy and you know it, clap yo' cheeks (man, clap your cheeks)
If you happy and you know it and you really wanna show it
If you happy and you know it, clap yo' cheeks
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
I said
I need my hair done, nails done, everything fleek
Always talking about some money, better spend it on me
How you calling me a Bop? You the one that's for the streets
How you pressed about dude that's been begging me for weeks?
How you diss me every day, no response, lookin' weak
How you claiming that it's beef, but when you see me, you don't speak
Always acting like a bully, real life, you ain't street
Hating on a fake page, real life, you wanna meet
Tell that boy, come here, get down, rub my feet
I want a real rich dude that's gon' buy me what I need
Put some diamonds on my neck, real wet, make it freeze
He gon' give me what I want, bless me, no sneeze
Yeah, I know that I'm the one, I ain't never say please
I need that Cash App now, don't text me back until it sent
I need tall dreadhead, pick me up, we in the bed
He wanna all natural girl 'cause he tried of the fake
He want a Houston girl that gon' make that booty shake
He want a real rich girl that's gon' double what he make
He ain't spending no money, then we gotta take a break
I ain't never need a dude, I can make my own plate
I get any dude I want, name one that I can't take
Seem like every dude I touch, y'all gonna try and go and get 'em
Seem like every dude I touch, y'all gonna try and go and get 'em
Take one, pass him back, yeah, I treat him like a rental
Keep my coochie in y'all mouth, need a hire, need for dental
Always been that type of girl, you can tell since I was little
Always been that type of girl, you can tell since I was little
I need a Baton Rouge Bop that's gon' twerk and not stop
He need a Baton Rouge Bop that don't mess with no opps
I need a Baton Rouge Bop that's gon' fight a opp Bop
He need a Baton Rouge Bop, all she wanna do is shop
If you happy and you know it, clap yo' cheeks (man, clap your cheeks)
If you happy and you know it, clap yo' cheeks (man, clap your cheeks)
If you happy and you know it and you really wanna show it
If you happy and you know it, clap yo' cheeks (man, clap some cheeks)
Written by: Daniel Lee Cook, Troy Austin Thomas