Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beyoncé
Vocals
JAY-Z
Rap
Kanye West
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noel Fisher
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Andre Eric Proctor
Songwriter
Jerome Harmon
Songwriter
Rasool diaz
Songwriter
Brian Soko
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Beyoncé Knowles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beyoncé
Producer
Kanye West
Producer
Noel Fisher
Producer
The Order for The Order Music
Producer
Jerome Harmon
Producer
BOOTS
Producer
MIKE DEAN
Producer
Cydel Young
Producer
Malik Yusef
Producer
Sakiya Sandifer
Producer
Noah Goldstein
Producer
Timothy Mosley
Producer
Lyrics
We-we-we-we-we be all night
Woo, you will never need another lover
Woo, 'cause you a MILF, and I'm a motherfucker
Told you give the drummer some, now the drummer cummin'
I'm pa-rum-pa-pum-pumin' all on your stomach, yuh
Tonight, I see some super freaky hoes
That could go from bein' stripper to a super CEO
I don't know the way you do it, but you do it to me though
And you always told your girlfriends you need you a TV show
Now you got your own money, you don't need nobody else
But far as handlin' all that ass, I think you gon' need some help
Let me remind you, you got a-, you got a great future behind you
You gotta tell me what we tryna do
I ain't no pastor, don't do missionary
I know good pussy when I see it, I'm a visionary
I know them haters talkin', always had us very wary
Yup, on the 35th of Nevuary
Yup, you love the way I'm turnt
After all the money you earned, still show daddy what you learned
That cowgirl, you reverse that cowgirl
You reverse, you reverse, and I impregnated your mouth, girl
Ooh, that's when I knew you could be my spouse, girl
We fuckin' all over the house, girl
We just messed up a bbrand-new couch, girl
If you ain't on site, then you on Skype
I put you on that bike, you bound, girl
We too wild, won't turn down
We drunk in love, fuck them
I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin'
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin'
Why can't I keep my fingers off it
Baby, I want you, na-na
Why can't I keep my fingers off you
Baby, I want you, na-na
Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feelin' like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashin' lights, flashin' lights (flashing lights)
You got me faded, faded, faded
Baby, I want you, na-na
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you, na-na
Drunk in love, I want you
We woke up in the kitchen, sayin'
"How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh, baby
Drunk in love, we be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club
Drunk in love
We be all night
Love, love
We be all night
Love, love
We be all night, and everything alright
No complaints from my body
So fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinkin', park it in my lot, 7-11
I'm rubbin' on it, rub-rubbin'
If you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I'm drinkin', get my brain right
Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
Louis sheets, he sweat it out
Like washrags, he wear it out
Boy, I'm drinkin', I'm singin' on the mic to my boy's toys
Then I fill the tub up halfway
Then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
Grainin' on that wood
Grainin', grainin' on that wood
I'm swervin' on that-
Swervin', swervin' on that big body Benz
Servin' all this
Swerve, surfin' all in this good-good
We woke up in the kitchen, sayin'
"How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh, baby
Drunk in love, we be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club
Drunk in love
We be all night
Love, love
We be all night
Love (I'm nice right now), love (hold up)
That D'ussé is the shit, if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
Hold up, stumble all in the house
Time to back up all of that mouth
That you had all in the car
Talking 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far
Talking 'bout you be reppin' that Third
I wanna see all that shit that I heard
Know I sling Clint Eastwood
Hope you can handle this curve
Uh, foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol
Slid the panties right to the side
Ain't got the time to take drawers off
On sight, catch a charge, I might
Beat the box up like Mike in '97, I bite
I'm Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don't play
"Now eat the cake, Anna Mae!"
Said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!"
I'm nice, for y'all to reach these heights
You gon' need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights
Sleep tight, we sex again in the morning
Your breasteses is my breakfast
We goin' in
We be all night
Love, love
We be all night
Love, love
I'm never tired, never tired
I been sippin', that's the only thing
That's keepin' me on fire, we on fire
Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire
I've been drinkin', watermelon
I want your body right here
Daddy, I want you, right now
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you
We be all night
Love, love
We be all night
Love, love
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Shawn Carter, Beyonce Knowles, Noel Fisher, Jerome Harmon, Rasool Diaz, Brian Soko, Andre Proctor
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