Bryson Tiller - Proof (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, you know it's hard Hard to trust me and hard to love me [Verse 1(1: Chris Brown & 2: Bryson Tiller)] 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 sh** 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 s** first shawty 1 & 2: I gotta get you wet first, shawty 2: Nah nah [Chorus(1: Chris Brown & 2: Bryson Tiller)] 1: You gotta love me 2: And baby we can call it a truce 1: You know I don't got sh** to prove 1 & 2:This is something you always do 1: You know I only give my love to 2: You 1: Ain't got a God damn thing to 2: Prove, nah nah nah 2: You got my heart, this proof 1: Nah nah nah 1: How could you ever cut me loose? Nah nah nah 1 & 2: Here's your proof, nah nah nah [Verse 2 (Only Chris Brown)] 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 sh** 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 [Chorus(1: Chris Brown & 2: Bryson Tiller)] 1: You gotta love me 2: And baby we can call it a truce 1: You know I don't got sh** to prove 1 & 2:This is something you always do 1: You know I only give my love to 2: You 1: Ain't got a God damn thing to 2: Prove, nah nah nah 2: You got my heart, this proof 1: Nah nah nah 1: How could you ever cut me loose? Nah nah nah 1 & 2: Here's your proof, nah nah nah [Bridge] 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 [Chorus(1: Chris Brown & 2: Bryson Tiller)] 1: You gotta love me 2: And baby we can call it a truce 1: You know I don't got sh** to prove 1 & 2:This is something you always do 1: You know I only give my love to 2: You 1: Ain't got a God damn thing to 2: Prove, nah nah nah 2: You got my heart, this proof 1: Nah nah nah 1: How could you ever cut me loose? Nah nah nah 1 & 2: Here's your proof, nah nah nah