Proof Remix

Proof Remix
Yeah, you know it's hard
Hard to trust me and hard to love me
1: You know what it's gon' take
2: So stop playing with your boy
1: Stop acting like I never made changes for your sake
2: What?
1: Flipping the script don't mean, that's forte
2: Yeah
1: We gotta fix this here baby
2: Aw yeah
1: Aw yeah, aw yeah
2: Been through some shit this year
1: You been working
2: Tryna up your net worth, shawty
2:Doing the leg work, shawty
1: 'Fore you leave, give me sex first shawty
1 & 2: I gotta get you wet first, shawty
2: Nah nah

2: You gotta love me
1: And baby we can call it a truce
2: You know I don't got shit to prove
2 &:This is something you always do
2: You know I only give my love to
1: You
2: Ain't got a God damn thing to
1: Prove, nah nah nah
1: You got my heart, this proof
2: Nah nah nah
2: How could you ever cut me loose? Nah nah nah
2 & 2: Here's your proof, nah nah nah
Damn, girl you better stop it
You told me tell them other girls to stop calling and I did
Always think I'm with another broad when you're not here
It's the truth, why would I lie to you? What are you doing? Worried 'bout what I'm doing
Say you got that proof, girl you blind to it, I'mma pour it baby
Had to let you know it baby, thought you knew it all
Chopped down, screw it up, guess I have to slow it up for you this time
Yeah always thinking 'bout you and I, don't ever question if I'm down for you or not
Cause girl you know I'm down for ya
Whenever shit got deep, I woulda drowned for ya
Come be a queen, I got this crown for ya
I love all the way that I'm chucking downs for ya

2: You gotta love me
1: And baby we can call it a truce
2: You know I don't got shit to prove
2 &:This is something you always do
2: You know I only give my love to
1: You
2: Ain't got a God damn thing to
1: Prove, nah nah nah
1: You got my heart, this proof
2: Nah nah nah
2: How could you ever cut me loose? Nah nah nah
2 & 2: Here's your proof, nah nah nah
Oh no no, bounce with it oh
I'll come out to Fruittown with it, 500
Her body calling my name, oh
Say my name, say my name baby, oh
2: You gotta love me
1: And baby we can call it a truce
2: You know I don't got shit to prove
2 &:This is something you always do
2: You know I only give my love to
1: You
2: Ain't got a God damn thing to
1: Prove, nah nah nah
1: You got my heart, this proof
2: Nah nah nah
2: How could you ever cut me loose? Nah nah nah
2 & 2: Here's your proof, nah nah nah