積分
演出藝人
Young Blacc
演出者
Chris Brown
演出者
詞曲
Young Blacc
作曲家
Chris Brown
作曲家
優格男孩
作曲家
Cristopher "Chrishan" Dotson
作曲家
製作與工程團隊
優格男孩
製作人
Cristopher "Chrishan" Dotson
製作人
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Baby, on that old shit
I don't need that commotion
Got me heated in the oven
Don't play with the chopper, it's fully loaded
Yeah, drivin' me crazy, drivin' me crazy
No one but you, I feel so used, set up
You supposed to be here in this foreign
But you just disappeared, like I'm not important
[Verse 2]
You're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up, 'cause you're partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
Said you partyin', yeah
[Verse 3]
You got four friends, I hope they go
Double up and bring four more
Hennessy and then Patron shots
Make the white girls wanna get low
HoodyBaby, my kin folk and OHB, yeah, I kill for
That other party that's next door
We don't fuck with **** that save hoes
Spanish chicks, they can take dick
Black girls love to talk shit
White girls love the foreplay , handstand, make them turn tricks
She took my proposition 'bout the pimpin'
She know how to flip it, come with interest
Tell a nosey **** mind his business
Always hatin' 'cause they know we winnin'
Grown man shit, I don't need permission
I don't give a damn if they real sisters
****, I only fuck with them free hoes, beast mode
[Verse 4]
You're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up, 'cause you're partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
Said, you partyin', yeah
[Verse 5]
Downgradin', it don't feel the same
Got the nerve to say a **** changed, really?
Only motherfucker put you in a gang
Hoe the hell you think they know your name?
You trifling, you silly
But I keep hoes on deck, shat you know 'bout me?
I'm the **** takin' fades, yellin' OHB
Overhand biscuit, you ain't out my reach
Bitches wanna kiss dick every time I preach
Got the Staples Center floor seats
And it's five hundred block with my OG
A **** did a lid in the county
A hundred million dollars, my **** gon' eat
I stayed fresh, I don't need no stylist
I'm either mean of modest
I don't need co-pilots
OHB, we poppin', ****, who gon' stop us?
[Verse 6]
You're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up, 'cause you're partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
Said you partyin', yeah
[Verse 7]
You're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up, 'cause you're partyin' next door
Written by: Chris Brown, Cristopher "Chrishan" Dotson, Floyd Bentley, Unknown Composer, Young Blacc
