[Verse 1: Hope Wright]

She my mufuckin' nigga though

She always with me when I'm getting dough; thats Rich or poor

Spirits high when the digits low. Giving shotguns; ghetto mistletoe

Sitting shotgun, never driven slow

Too loyal. How that sound? She say I'm 'too loyal'

"You love too hard and all them friends you got are too spoiled"

"You always deep in all their turmoil"

"I wouldn't trade you for the world Poppi, you know I'd die for you"

[Hook]

True Romance

Its all I ever need

True Romance

True! True! True!

[Verse 2: Hope Wright]

Its all shit talk and smiles when the ghetto boo fall through

Hitting since, "This is My Car too!". Hard too

We look good in malls too

I guess her Exs ain't all that stupid

Gold hoops in, ball cap Brewers ("M for Marquis")

Blow a L at a sunset. She don't trip on old conquests

Its not like they're bomb threats

How she say? They're just 'small steps' to her

From that angle guess my Exs ain't all that stupid

Bust back, bust my gun when cops chase

Over confident. My low fade and her cute face

Dear God. Meet the Bad Asses

When we go, I hope we go blasting; thats all I ask for

[Hook]

True Romance

Its all I ever need

True Romance

True! True! True!