Lyrics Ky–Mani Marley – I Got You
Text:
Ky-Mani:
She love to cruise in the city life
Top down in the sun
But baby looking pretty like
She love to party till the morning
What ever she wants is on me
But if these walls come falling, girl
Would you still be there for me
Would you still tell me that you love me?
Yeah, if the money run low?
I’m in jail I need bail money
Would you go dance on that pole?
I got you stressing on another one
Would you take the charge for me?
I hear you saying that you love me
But do you really love me?
Mya:
When it comes to the love
When it comes to the cash
I got you baby
When it comes to the first
When it comes to the last
I got you baby
The kind you take home to momma
Want a woman with class
I got you baby
Everything you ever dreamed of
I got you, I got you baby
He’s addicted to the fast life
Said his eyes stay open
It comes with the territory
And my heart goes out to him
Wanna show him that he can trust me
In the good even when it hit the fan
No matter what I’m gonna be right here
See when I tell you that I love you
I mean what I say
With or with out the money
I’ma be here anyway
When you’re stressed out or all alone
Don’t fret I’m your back bone
College education I can brief case it
But just in case keep a full one in the basement
When it comes to the love
When it comes to the cash
I got you baby
When it comes to the first
When it comes to the last
I got you baby
The kind you take home to momma
Want a woman with class
I got you baby
Everything you ever dreamed of
I got you, I got you baby
Lets ride, let’s ride, let’s ride…
Ky-Mani (Mya):
What if I’m under fire and I need you to fire back?
(I got ya, I got ya)
Yea, I got the goods and I need you to hide the stash
(I got ya, I got ya)
If I had to do it by three would you stay would you flee?
(I got ya, I got ya)
That’s good too know
(You don’t ever have to question cuz gonna be right here)
Mya:
When it comes to the love
When it comes to the cash
I got you baby
When it comes to the first
When it comes to the last
I got you baby
The kind you take home to momma
(Treat me like a queen)
Want a woman with class
(And I’ma treat you like a king)
I got you baby
Everything you ever dreamed of
I got you, I got you baby
Album
LL Cool J – Radio
