Just let em say what
They want
About us
We dont give a damn
It's just
The 2 of us
And we dont need nobody else
Girl
I got ya
I got ya
I got ya
Right here n my arms
I got ya
I got ya
I got ya
Right here n my arms



I got love
N I got u
All the shit
That u been thru
Them lame n***as they approach you but this real n***a came poach u
She ride around town with her n***a
Pull the top down for her n***a
Try to steal my girl
How u figga
Pulla a trigger
Killin every other n***a
That ever did wrong fucking with ya
I saw u checkin so I came spoke
I'll d wade yi heat stroke
Them floods came but we stayed afloat
Her yo came and I backstroke
Country love it's down south
U pussy n***as u all mouth
This real n***a she all about
She grabbed my cannon we wild out
She down from the start
N we neva been apart
11 years lata
Damn man
Who ever woulda thought
Showed love
N I recipated
They thought we'd fail
But we still made it
We lost it all
But we re gained it
This kina love I can't explain it
Wanna judge we
Been where we be
Live where we live
Then u mutta fuxkers
Can see what we
Well ride around town
Like fuck u n***a
Looking at u like fuck u
Chilling n a car
Driving to the top
This kina love
Never b stopped
Owwwwwww
Just let em say what
They want
About us
We dont give a damn
It's just
The 2 of us
And we dont need nobody else
Girl
I got ya
I got ya
I got ya
Right here n my arms
I got ya
I got ya
I got ya
Right here n my arms


Never had real love
So it felt so foreign
Came without warning
All I know is I wanna
Heart broken so many times
So everytime he was charming
Well
I would play hard to get
Shit if I was him
I woulda called it quits
But he intelligent
With some awsome dick
I ain't comparing em
But he hard to miss
If he ran in the bank
I wouldn't park the whip
Bonnie and clyde
Even if the charges stick
Take all the stick
Fuck all the chicks
He ever had in the past
They out the equation
Do the math
Threw it back
And you caught it like a pass
Giving me every inch
While you slapping on my ass
Let me get up
Get to it
Get the bag
That's the type of shit
Got them hoes mad
Even so called friends
Hope we dont last
But my phone on airplane mode
Cause I ain't got time
For airbrain hoes
Saying men all dogs
We cool so you got me
Whether
Waldorf suites
Or the swap meet
Cause you prove
You stand by me
Then what you buy me
New materials
Our shit way deeper
That's why these hoes insecure
Like Issa
Even told my momma
That I know you a keeper
I dont
Give a damn
What they say in the bleachers
Cause you show up
Whenever I need ya
Ima hold you down
Till they rip ya
Blow a bag
In the Visa
Just 4 our leasure
Fuck what they say
Baby I won't leave ya
Just let em say what
They want
About us
We dont give a damn
It's just
The 2 of us
And we dont need nobody else
Girl
I got ya
I got ya
I got ya
Right here n my arms
I got ya
I got ya
I got ya
Right here n my arms