Rich Boy, Pastor Troy, Big Boi - And I Love You lyrics

I remember when I met'cha I was only sixteen
Who would ever thought that me and
You would get this cream?
We took a lot of trips together
You stayed down
Remember when we start hoppin'
On that Greyhound?
She say she like to play hide
And seek in the ride
And sure I'll open up the
Trunk and hide her inside
She say she think I'm cheatin'
Wit' a girl named Jane
You ain't just my babay, bitch
You my everythang
I was broke but you maintained better
As long as me and you together
We can get this cheddar
Whatever, her name white Sally
I met her through my homeboy Rico out in Cali
I thank Reagan for the haters


When ya got hard ya bought me jewels
Gator shoes and some big cars
Yeah you took me out the
Hood gave me good thangs now we on a private
Plane eatin' chicken wangs

(And I love you) You the
Reason why I ride good
You the reason why I shop good, drink good
Smoke good (And I love you) You the
Reason why these hoes choose
You the reason why a nigga sprayed
Candy on my old school
(And I love you) You the
Reason why I quarterback
Took a nigga out the projects
Put me in a cul-de-sac
That's why I get it how I live boy
Cause you took me from a young
Broke nigga to a rich boy

And I love you babay, mwah, hugs and kisses
Fuck them niggas and fuck them bitches
Been in this game since 1998
Nigga take the safety and shit but I'm great
Maybe it's fate destiny, you tell me
Damn near ten and that shit been free
But I'm PT so I gots to cruise nigga
Really ain't shit to prove to y'all niggas
All the cars, all the clothes
Wit' all the stars, and all the hoes
First class flights a nigga
Live in the lights but see you in the dark
This stuff is kinda hard
See where I park, valet costs a note
Drop another fifty just to check my coat
Probably leave wit' yo' chick, know how I do
It's Pastor Disaster baby, I love you

(And I love you) You the
Reason why I ride good
You the reason why I shop good, drink good
Smoke good (And I love you) You the
Reason why these hoes choose
You the reason why a nigga sprayed
Candy on my old school
(And I love you) You the
Reason why I quarterback
Took a nigga out the projects
Put me in a cul-de-sac
That's why I get it how I live boy
Cause you took me from a young
Broke nigga to a rich boy

Took me from a gun totin' nigga to a Big Boi
Too legit to slip now I got
Papers on my shit boi
And not just my weapons I'm
Talkin' 'bout titles and deeds
You payin' rent you can't afford and
Can't break out of ya lease
I'm out of ya league, I might as well be Ivy
All over ya ass like injections
In a stripper's hiney
Rhyming is a skill that requires timing
Like dual ejaculation while my lady's riding
I'm 'bout to cum
(I'm 'bout to cum) at the same time
You satisfied?
(I'm satisfied) that's how I slang mine
A generation came up under my style
From penetration of the nation when
I was just a child now, who's really in the
Critics talk 'bout me
Andre 3000 and three mo'
Niggas that's really fie
Let me break it down, I get fly at that mouth
I, stay fresh to the hosiery we 'posed to be
Them niggas from the south so
One to the two the three the fo'
Satisfied? (I'm satisfied) Then I'mma hit 'cha some mo'

(And I love you) You the
Reason why I ride good
You the reason why I shop good, drink good
Smoke good (And I love you) You the
Reason why these hoes choose
You the reason why a nigga sprayed
Candy on my old school
(And I love you) You the
Reason why I quarterback
Took a nigga out the projects
Put me in a cul-de-sac
That's why I get it how I live boy
Cause you took me from a young
Broke nigga to a rich boy