Proof Bryson Tiller

[Intro]
Hey, "I got this", it's what I like to call

[Verse 1]
You know what it's gon' take, stop playing with your boy
Stop acting like I never made changes for your sake (What?)
Flipping the script on me, that’s your forte, yeah
We've gotta fix this here baby, oh yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Been through some shit this year
You been working tryna up your net worth, shawty
Doing the leg work, shawty
'Fore you leave, give me sex first, shawty
I gotta get you wet first, shawty, nah, nah

[Chorus]
You gotta love me, and baby, we can call it a truce
You know I don't got shit to prove
This is something you always do
You know I only give my love to you
Ain't got a God damn thing to prove, nah, nah
Nah
You got my heart, that's proof, nah, nah, nah
How could you ever cut me loose? Nah, nah, nah
Here's your proof, nah, nah, nah

[Verse 2]
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
This the truth, why would I lie to you? What are you doing? Worried 'bout what I'm doing
Say you got the proof, it's in my music
I'm a poet baby, had to let you know it, baby, thought you knew it
I chopped down, screw it, I guess I got to slow it up for you this time
Always thinking 'bout you, and I don't ever question if I'm down for you or not
Girl, you know I'm down for ya’
Whenever shit got deep, I would’ve drowned for ya’
Come be a queen, I got this crown for ya’
I come all the way to Bridgetown for ya’