Let Me Love You Lyrics - The Rej3ctz

[Hook: Chris Brown] 

I can be your knight in armor 

You can be my Cinderella 

Let me love you, hey 

Let me love you, hey 

Let me love you, hey 

Oooh 

Girl I know your love was right 

On the phone, we talk all night 

If you ready we can get away 

Money ain't a thing, girl, you just work the place 

Oooh 

Oooh 

I got it like 

Oooh 

I got it like 

Oooh 

I-I-I-I got it like 

Girl I know your love was right 

On the phone, we talk all night 

If you ready we can get away 

Money ain't a thing, girl, you just work the place 

[Verse 1] 

She the bomb like tick tick 

Eat it like a pig 

Gotta get her [?] 

Heard that her head sick 

Around the world I done been, no Affleck 

And you can come and join me 

Be my first round draft pick 

A true queen out the deck, no contract 

And if you with the hatin' go to H-E-double hockey sticks 

It's official, I'ma stamp it like a post office 

Get it wet, Coast Guard 

Baby I'm the [?] 

Smokin' on the [?] 

I ain't no Trey Songz but I'll make you say ahh 

Audible, take a ride in my lil' boat 

And I'll knock every wave in your lil' coast 

To keep our freaky secrets close like a love note 

And I'm married to my money, that's a lil' [?] 

Don't want your lady but she's bad like Medusa 

She's my woe and I protect her, [?] 

[Hook: Chris Brown] 

I can be your knight in armor 

You can be my Cinderella 

Let me love you, hey 

Let me love you, hey 

Let me love you, hey 

Oooh 

Girl I know your love was right 

On the phone, we talk all night 

If you ready we can get away 

Money ain't a thing, girl, you just work the place 

Oooh 

Oooh 

I got it like 

Oooh 

I got it like 

Oooh 

I-I-I-I got it like 

Girl I know your love was right 

On the phone, we talk all night 

If you ready we can get away 

Money ain't a thing, girl, you just work the place 

[Verse 2] 

Baby all that, Kel call Keenan 

Text T-Pain, bet he won't believe it 

Jimmy Choo pumps, feet so spoiled 

Girl love to make it rain and you need it like soil 

What's the word, mama? Listen hurr mama 

Man actin' sus, kick him to the curb, mama 

Yeah you want the bomb, you lookin' at Osama 

Cremate the pussy, leave it in the [?] 

Just playin', we can live it up 

Do it B.I.G., bring your fam, call it [?] 

Ass fatter than a [?] with the mumps 

Prolly thinkin' this a dream 'cause my love got you drunk 

Only time she quiet, she breakin' down a [?] 

She say she got my back, and she'll never front 

All state bounce, she's in good hands 

Time to put the sheet on her, Ku Klux Klan 

[Hook: Chris Brown] 

I can be your knight in armor 

You can be my Cinderella 

Let me love you, hey 

Let me love you, hey 

Let me love you, hey 

Oooh 

Girl I know your love was right 

On the phone, we talk all night 

If you ready we can get away 

Money ain't a thing, girl, you just work the place 

Oooh 

Oooh 

I got it like 

Oooh 

I got it like 

Oooh 

I-I-I-I got it like 

Girl I know your love was right 

On the phone, we talk all night 

If you ready we can get away 

Money ain't a thing, girl, you just work the place