BRISS - I Gotta lyrics

[RR] Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box.. [Trina] I got a, fat p**y for a co*ks**er I got a, hideout for a cop ducker I got a, condo for a baller n***a I got a, gay friend you can call her n***a [Rick Ross] I got a, dick game with a mean hustle I got an, Escalade no you can't touch it I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia n***a I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters n***a [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**h I gotta, cuss her out to make her s** dick I got a, dil*o 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**in 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***a 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**y ate like everyday Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade [Chorus] [Rick Ross] I got an, AK for a b**h n***a I gotta, let you know they only get bigger I got a, hit man for your problems n***a I got a, couple stacks that'll solve him n***a [Trina] I gotta... show my n***a love Cause he my n***a 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]