I Gotta Lyrics

(feat. Rick Ross)

[RR] Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
[Trina]
I got a, fat p**** for a c*********
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller n****
I got a, gay friend you can call her n****

[Rick Ross]
I got a, d*** game with a mean hustle
I got an, Escalade no you can't touch it
I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia n****
I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters n****

[Trina]
I got a, couple girls who gon' come f***
I gotta, see the money time to come up
I gotta, keep it real with my hustler hoes
I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes

[Chorus: Rick Ross + (Trina)]
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)

[Rick Ross]
I gots, no love for a punk b****
I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck d***
I got a, d**** in this bag baby
I got a, lil' somethin for that a** baby

[Trina]
I know you, pay hoes cause I heard you did
I got a, headhunter that'll serve you quick
I got a, team of hoes you ain't seen befo'
With green to blow, sick with cash and cream fo' sho'
[Rick Ross]
I gotta, f*** 'em all just cause I can
I got her, much hotter than f***** her own man
The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for head
But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled

[Chorus]

[Trina]
I got a, couple cars, while most hoes sob
You gotta give it to the n**** who wrote those bars
I got a, check in the mail that you couldn't believe
Now I got a Roley for 80 G's under my sleeve

[Rick Ross]
I gotta, let you hoes know who I be
So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's
I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds
[Trina]
I gotta, put it down in a major way
I gotta, put y'all down with this game I play
I gotta, get my p**** ate like everyday
Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
I got an, AK for a b**** n****
I gotta, let you know they only get bigger
I got a, hit man for your problems n****
I got a, couple stacks that'll solve him n****

[Trina]
I gotta... show my n**** love
Cause he my n**** what, now hold yo' triggers up
Ain't nuttin in this game is as big as us
If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a f***

[Rick Ross]
I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
Defended by Johnny Coch' cartel on the block
I got a, fifty cal' and I'm waitin in the crowd
Ready to get it down when y'all all 50'd out

[Chorus]