[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
I remember when I met'cha, I was only sixteen
Who would ever thought that me and you would get this cream?
We took a lot of trips together, you stayed down
Remember when we start hoppin' on that Greyhound?
She say she like to play hide-and-seek in the ride
And sure, I'll open up the trunk and hide her inside
She say she think I'm cheatin' wit' a girl named Jane
You ain't just my bay-bay, bitch – you my everythang
I was broke, but you maintained better
As long as me and you together, we can get this cheddar
Whatever, her name White Sally
I met her through my homeboy Rico out in Cali
I thank Reagan for the haters when ya got hard
Ya bought me jewels, gator shoes, and some big cars
Yeah, you took me out the hood, gave me good thangs
Now we on a private plane, eatin' chicken wangs

[Chorus: Rich Boy]
(And I love you) You the reason why I ride good
You the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good
(And I love you) You the reason why these hoes choose
You the reason why a n***a sprayed candy on my old school
(And I love you) You the reason why I quarterback
Took a n***a out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac
That's why I get it how I live, boy
'Cause you took me from a young broke n***a to a Rich Boy
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
And I love you, babay – mwah, hugs and kisses
Fuck them n***as and fuck them bitches
Been in this game since 1998
N***a take the safety and shit, but I'm great
Maybe it's fate, destiny – you tell me
Damn near 10 and that shit been free
But I'm P.T. so I gots to cruise, n***a
Really ain't shit to prove to y'all n***as
All the cars, all the clothes
Wit' all the stars, and all the hoes
First class flights, a n***a live in the lights
But see you in the dark, this stuff is kinda hard
See where I park, valet costs a note
Drop another 50 just to check my coat
Probably leave wit' yo' chick, know how I do
It's Pastor Disaster, baby, I love you

[Chorus: Rich Boy]
(And I love you) You the reason why I ride good
You the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good
(And I love you) You the reason why these hoes choose
You the reason why a n***a sprayed candy on my old school
(And I love you) You the reason why I quarterback
Took a n***a out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac
That's why I get it how I live, boy
'Cause you took me from a young broke n***a to a Rich Boy
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Took me from a gun totin' n***a to a Big Boi
Too legit to slip, now I got papers on my shit, boi
And not just my weapons, I'm talkin' 'bout titles and deeds
You payin' rent you can't afford and can't break out of ya lease
I'm out of ya league, I might as well be Ivy
All over ya ass, like injections in a stripper's hiney
Rhyming is a skill that requires timing
Like dual ejaculation while my lady's riding
I'm 'bout to cum ("I'm 'bout to cum") at the same time
You satisfied? ("I'm satisfied") – that's how I slang mine
A generation came up under my style
From penetration of the nation when I was just a child
Now, who's really in the critics talk 'bout me
André 3000 and three mo' n***as that's really fi'e
Let me break it down, I get fly at that mouth
I, stay fresh to the hosiery, we 'posed to be
Them n***as from the South, so
One to the two, the three, the fo'
Satisfied? ("I'm satisfied") Then I'ma hit 'cha some mo'

[Chorus: Rich Boy]
(And I love you) You the reason why I ride good
You the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good
(And I love you) You the reason why these hoes choose
You the reason why a n***a sprayed candy on my old school
(And I love you) You the reason why I quarterback
Took a n***a out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac
That's why I get it how I live, boy
'Cause you took me from a young broke n***a to a Rich Boy