[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
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, (*##$, 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


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(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 ^!$$% sprayed candy on my old school
(And I love you) You the reason why I quarterback

Took a ^!$$% out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac
That's why I get it how I live boy
'Cause you took me from a young broke ^!$$% to a rich boy


[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
And I love you babay, mwah, hugs and kisses

$#&@ them ^!$$%s and $#&@ them (*##$es
Been in this game since 1998
^!$$% take the safety and %#@! but I'm great

Maybe it's fate destiny, you tell me
Damn near ten and that %#@! been free
But I'm P.T. so I gots to cruise ^!$$%

Really ain't %#@! to prove to y'all ^!$$%s
All the cars, all the clothes
Wit' all the stars, and all the hoes

First class flights a ^!$$% 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


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[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Took me from a gun totin' ^!$$% to a Big Boi
Too legit to slip now I got papers on my %#@! 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 $$# 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### (I'm 'bout to###) 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' ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s from the south so

One to the two the three the fo'
Satisfied? (I'm satisfied) Then I'mma hit 'cha some mo'


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