My baby, sweet darlin'
And pissin' me to fuck off, the first thought of committin' a felony never left
And all this love is waitin' for you
Caught a case, 'cuz you're boy ran his mouth too much
You laid pipe unlike any other plumber
And learn the ways of love, my baby and all that it has to offer
Position taken, flippin' calender pages till you get home
Wanna blast your boy for snatchin' up my happiness
Don't worry 'bout a thin', nigga stay down
Who tell us the opposite of that, forever you and Brat
But they can keep pacin', 'cuz I'm gonna be waitin' on my baby
And under covers you my muthafucka nigga
You ran up on a real bitch with understandin' and trust
And it's a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch
My baby, sweet darlin'
And all this love, is waitin' for you
My baby, sweet darlin'
But as the days keep passin', keep it actin' with stacks of letters
Just the little things you do with the bigger ones
As long as you can hang, I'ma be around
Ran into your boy, had heard he'd spread the word
And all this love is waitin' for you
Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak
Hella muthafuckas want your occupation
And all this love, is waitin' for you
Keep the business runnin', droppin' off keys in Cancun
And all this love, is waitin' for you
Hit you so you don't forget us when you'd rather not be livin' in the cella
Don't worry bout a thin, nigga stay down
As long as you can hang, I'ma be around
I missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an L
That you was soft, braggin' he collectin' your cheese
Hey nigga ain't shit gonna ever change between you and your boo
What compelled you to be my nigga besides passion and love
Two you can make it through, we bail on the jealous
Diamond letters girl you broke, I saved the sugar for you
Cash rules and you remain to be the king of my throne
Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks and chop weights
You told me your secret love won't let you down, oh, all my love baby
Took me shoppin' all day and at night, you kept me cummin'
Put a hold on me ever since I held you
I saw better SL 500s colorful Gucci sweaters and leathers
When you stickin' my stuff
So I'm waitin' with open arms to rekindle the flame
Fuck the others, none of them compare to us
I tried to take the blame, but you preferred to handle my fame
But I regret what'll happen to this dollar foundation, if I'm incarcerated
And all this love is waitin' for you
Don't worry 'bout a thin', nigga stay down
