Call Your Name Lyrics by Chris Brown
(Feat. Sexyy Red & GloRilla)
Home is where I wanna be
Out here catchin’ Z-Z-Z’s, dollars all I see, see, see
Boxes to the ceilin’, dangerous
Water like the beach in St. Tropez
Love is layin’ under me
You know what I nee-ee-eed, all up in betwee-ee-een
Whisper in my ear, your words are safe
Love the way you still don’t play no games
You still spin the block for me
You check every box for me
Niggas talk a lot, but you run it up
Ooh, it’s the type for me
I’d be proud to call your name (Ooh)
Call your name (Call your name, ooh, ooh)
I’d be proud to call your name (Ooh)
Call your name (Call your name, ooh)
Yeah (Tay Keith, *** these niggas up)
You know you can call me whenever, big daddy (It’s Sexyy)
It’s your favorite trapper rapper, but you knew that *** (It’s Sexyy)
He be screamin’ my name, I-I know this coochie hit (Good)
That’s my favorite ***, I-I’m his favorite *** (A truth)
He check every box, and I check all of his (What’s up?)
We a perfect match, baby, yeah, you my lil’ *** (Yeah)
I-I ain’t playin’ ’bout my ***, I split a *** (Baow)
A-anytime we get together, we gon’ do it big (You know that)
Say my name, daddy, yeah, I’m tryna have your kids (Do your thing)
(Yeah, yeah, it’s Sexyy)
Rapper *** *** up ’bout this singin’-ass ***, on gang (Ooh-ooh)
The whole world know big Sexyy, but I like when he call me Janae (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I like when you call my name (Ooh-ooh, Sexyy)
(Tay Keith, *** these niggas up, Sexyy)
GloRilla, call my name (Ooh)
Woo, yeah, baby, call my name (Sexyy)
Just don’t call me Yadavi
I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes with they highest homologies
I’m a real boss, let a *** know I’m ’bout my beats
If I let you in this ***, *** me ’til you ride a ***
I be talkin’ *** ’cause these niggas love everything I gotta say
If he don’t eat ***, how the *** I end up on his face?
I know you got a good a ***, but come and kee-kee where it’s great
Gon’ and kiss her ass for now, and eat mine later on the date
Big Cha-nay-nay bags, *** just ain’t seein’ *** my way
*** make me mad, but then again, they mama made mistakes
50K in cash, I’m ’bout to go spreein’ in LA
Gotta show my ass, ain’t no way I’m havin’ all this cake, ooh
It must be something ’bout a thick redbone
With a couple hit songs to make that *** stand long (Ooh)
It must be somethin’ ’bout a *** like me
To make a *** like you wanna call me (On gang, gang, gang)
I’d be proud to call your name (Ooh)
Call your name (Call your name, ooh, ooh)
I’d be proud to call your name (Ooh)
Call your name (Call your name, ooh)
(Tay Keith, *** these niggas up)