People think I'm crazy
But I love you 'cause you crazy too
(Radio killa)

Red light special, undress me under the candlelight
Turn up in this bidness
Watch me do all of them things you like
I'm ready to go, ready to blow like Grammy night
In the back of that limousine
Billy Bob, and Angeline

All you gotta do, is the say the word
And I'll be right there on ya
All you gotta do, is the say the word
And I'll be right there for ya

Do this while I do that, we like, "Good, true that"
Come, baby be you, get on it while I see you
Turn up, all the way to the ceiling
Burn up, 'til you ain't got no feeling
On my phone, let's hear it
Talkin' bout you gon' kill it
Beat it up, 'til I black out
Cash out, watch out

I need that
Sexy (ratchet) sophisticated (ratchet)
That black leather
When it's hot outside in the summer time (ratchet)
She need that cocky (ratchet)
Ready to cock back (ratchet)
That drop top in December, or mid winter (ratchet)

Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
Loving everything you do
Baby I'm in love with you
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
People think I'm crazy
But I love you 'cause you crazy too

You're my black light special
She hotter than a flame tonight
Burn up in this ho
And watch her do all of them things I like
She say you the reason why
All of these rap niggas start singing
She said you the reason why
All of these cute girls got babies
All you gotta do is say what's happening
And I'll be right there, baby
All you gotta do is say what's popping
And I'll be right there shorty
On the phone like Siri
I told you I was gon' kill it
Got my chains all on that jelly
Where Michelle at? Where Kelly?

I need that
Sexy (ratchet) sophisticated (ratchet)
That black leather
When it's hot outside in the summer time (ratchet)
She need that cocky (ratchet)
Ready to cock back (ratchet)
That drop top in December, or mid winter (ratchet)

Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
Loving everything you do
Baby I'm in love with you
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
People think I'm crazy
But I love you 'cause you crazy too

Got a picnic table my automo (automo)
Pull up, blow the horn, "Girl, we gotta go" (gotta go)
You come out lookin' like a pot 'o gold
Now they tryna cramp our style, charley horse (damn)
I'm like, "What's yo name? What's yo phone number?"
I kill that thang, whoa, manslaughter
You so sexy, man, I ain't flexin'
Shorty, I'll drink your bath water (true)
Ferragamo's are my loafers
Got my loafers on the sofa
And I'm drinkin' out the bottle
Man, I'm gonna need a bib (bib)
Lookin' like a kid (kid), tell you what it is (is)
Tell you where to go, man, I tell you what I did
You ain't kickin' it, you get kicked out (out)
I don't bring sand to my beach house (true)
And your body must be anticipated
'Cause it already done leaked out

I need that
Sexy (ratchet) sophisticated (ratchet)
That black leather
When it's hot outside in the summer time (ratchet)
I need that cocky (ratchet)
Ready to cock back (ratchet)
That drop top in December, or mid winter (ratchet)

Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
Loving everything you do
Baby, I'm in love with you
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
People think I'm crazy
But I love you 'cause you crazy too

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Beyonce Knowles, Jordan Houston, Terius Nash, Terius Youngdell Nash