作曲 : Chris Brown
 作词 : Chris Brown
Verse 1: Breezy
Baby you be on that old ****
I don't need that commotion
Got me heated in the oven
Don't play with the chopper, it's fully loaded
Yeah, driving me crazy, driving 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
Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You ****** up cause you partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
Said you partying, yeah
Verse 2: Young Blacc
She got 4 friends, I hope they go
Double up and bring 4 more
Hennessy and the Patron shots
Make the white girls wanna get low
HoodyBaby, my kin folk and OHB, I kill for
That other party that's next door, we don't **** with *****s that save hoe
Spanish chicks, they can take ****, black girls love to talk ****
White girls love the foreplay, handstand, make them turn tricks
She took my proposition 'bout the pimping
She know how to flip it, ain't come with interest
She telling a nosey ***** mind his business
Always hating cause they know we winning
Grown man ****, I don't need permission
I don't give a damn if they real sisters
*****, I only **** with them freak hoes
Beast mode, eat the *****
Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You ****** up cause you partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
Said you partying, yeah
Verse 3: Breezy
Downgrade, don't feel the same
Got the nerve to say a ***** change, really?
Only ************ put you in a gang
How the hell you think they know your name? You trifling, you silly
But I keep hoes on deck, what you know 'bout me?
I’m the ***** takin fades, yelling OHB
Overhand biscuit, you ain't out my reach
******* wanna kiss **** every time I preach
Got the Staples Centre, floor seats
And it's 500 blocks with my OGs
A ***** did a lid in the county
A 100 million dollars, my *****s gon' eat
I stayed fresh, I don't need no stylist
I'm either mean or modest
I don't need co-pilots
OHB, we popping, ***** who gon' stop us?
Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You ****** up cause you partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
Said you partying, yeah
Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You ****** up cause you partying next door