Master P - If lyrics

Yeah shorty, we could be like Bonnie & Clyde, ya heard

Go out there and get this paper

You wit it? (yeah I'm wit it)

Then let's ride then (alright)

If them people find that steal (I'll take a case for you)

If I go to jail (I'm a wait for you)

If they question you (I ain't gonna say nothin')

If I need bail (I'm a bring the money)

I ain't checkin' you shorty

But it's somethin' I need to know

How serious this relationship is

And how far can it go

See, love and respect is somethin' you gotta earn

And if we don't keep up with each other, then somebody else get a turn

Would you ask me why if I told you to carry a gun

And do you know how to spur me if I just wanted to have some fun

Can a thug get a massage if I needed your hands

And would you jump in the ride if I told you to bring me them thangs

If a nigga tried to get at me would you ride for me

And if you couldn't swim would you take a dive for me

I know you like gifts, so I could buy you things

Like Benzs, Jaguars, Lexus, bubble-eyed Range

No obligation, I'm just tryin' to keep it real

Would you argue, fuss and fight when I need you to chill

Can you be cute and still be freakin'

When I leave out the door you ain't gonna try to be sneakin'

If I go to jail you can three-way my people

I need you Lord till I come home and be the sequel

I been through a lot of girls in my life

But never found one who down to ride like you ride

If it's a problem then you gon' be right by my side

Even if I got a couple keys I need you to hide

'Cause you a real chick

One that I can chill with and bill with

Help me get my hustle on, climb up on the mill with

Even through the trouble you don't want a nigga still with

When it's said and done gon' be the one I have my kids with

Yeah you my baby girl, livin' in this crazy world

Wanted you a burner so I bought you a 380 girl

You understand my life and know that it's hard for me

And you the kind of girl I know my mama would want for me

And if the coppers stop us I know you'll take the charge for me

Makin' sure, stack some bricks in the trunk of your car for me

We live the lifestyle of ballers and stars and shit

And I'm out here grindin' to make sure we can afford the shit