A Love Story Lyrics

You know how we do, you know how we do

You know how we do, you know how we do

Chanel pocketbook body make a nigga wanna stop and look

You think she innocent but she a demon when she plot the jux

She told me bout when she was growing up she watched her father cook

And if the safe is open, she would count the bread her mama took

This the type of bitch that's high maintenance

Dealing with her spoiled ass, I had to find patience

The perfect combination of pretty and gangsta, she keep it so elegant

She nasty in them sheets , I would say that she a specialist

I swim in that pussy, sorta like a gold medalist

Her friends wanna know, but she ain't telling shit

I was locked up, soon as I came home I gave her felon dick

Money and pussy, two things niggas want, but never get

We breaking big bills, keep the change like it's seven cents

Blow a bag, get a bag, nigga like I never spent

Even with a sure shot, you niggas could never hit

She rocking Prada like a goddess, she heaven sent

You know I love you baby

I know

You know I drive you crazy

You know I love you

But these streets raised me

You know I love you baby

I know

You know I drive you crazy

You know I love you

But these streets raised me

When I walk up in the spot, she peep the way I operate

Savage Fenty for the lingerie, fireworks, bombs away

Ain't a soul that can rain down on our parade

I play the background and tell her she the star today

I had a bitch when I met you, but she lost her rank

Ride or die bitch like Eve, willing to rob the bank

She break the weed on the rolling tray, probably roll the eighth

Gotta leave, though I wanna stay, I gotta show today

She said, nigga you know I'm pulling up

Me and my girls looking cute as fuck

Just for your hoes to look at us

I reply, true enough

She so fine she don't even gotta do too much

These other hoes humorous

Before you holler at my bitch, get your units up

She into Gucci, Dolce Gabbana, and Louis stuff

When we out in public, ain't nobody cool as us

Like Weezy and George Jefferson, girl, we moving up

Classy, beautiful, highly intelligent, but rude as fuck

She ain't scared to make a dollar

Man she help me move the stuff

The shit I done in my life, you would think it's movie stuff

Bonnie and Clyde, baby girl, you know we do it up

You know I love you, baby

I know

You know I drive you crazy

You know I love you, but these streets raised me

You know I love you, baby

I know

You know I drive you crazy

You know I love you, but these streets raised me