"I Need Love" lyrics - CHRIS BROWN

CHRIS BROWN

"I Need Love"

feat. HoodyBaby, OHB & Young Blacc

[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
Came a long way, we was trapping out the days and
Now I spend my days up in mansions with Caucasians
Fat bitches chilling with my dogs like we caged in
Got it from the bottom, had to make it from the pavement
Niggas say I changed, fuck it, that's just how the game go
All these chains, all these fucking whips, I'm in slave mode
Hood rich, put your baby mama on my pay roll
OHB mafia, my niggas keep a bank roll

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
You know that Bentley truck's on the way, Bentley truck's on the way, I bought her a coupe
You know shoulda played it cool by the way, played it cool by the way, played it cool
You know, you know the rules from the game, what games are you tryna play? Better be cool
You know, you think I'm a fool, first mistake, by the way

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Pull in that foreign, driving that hearses, hating on my half
You on the 'gram, say being nosey, you showing off
When he around, barely act like she know me, but you know now
All I'm seeing is diamonds and Rollies, fuck the account

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
All these women on me, only need one
I just wanted you to fucking be one
100's in my pockets, I'ma need one
I don't mind spending 'cause I need love
(Oh, ooh-ooh)
Baby, it ain't tricking if you need love
(Oh, ooh-ooh)
Yeah, baby, it ain't tricking if you need love

[Verse 3: Young Blacc]
Look, look, keep telling my bitches I got it, I got it
I'm hopping, I'm pushing, my jeans is designer
She Asian and Spanish, my bitch from Atlanta
I give her that dick and my bitch, she be wilding
All these bitches, I just need one
Cuffing bitches, that's the season
Cashed out, on another plug
'Nother, other plug when I hold something
Niggas be sticking their bands up
A couple of choppers I put in their faces
Couple of Lambos, my niggas be racing
You talking that shit, put a price on your head
You niggas be pussy, be fucking with feds
And all of us kings so off with your head
Your bitch on my couch, she can't sleep on my bed
I'm popping that dirty, I'm taking my meds

[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
Double cup, I'm rolling up (Yeah)
Smelling jasmine straight from Mexico (Ooh!)
In Hollyweird, bitches can fuck a check up (Ooh!)
Ain't none of 'em mine 'cause it's Hollywood (Go!)