Rick Ross - I Gotta Chick lyrics

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Rick Ross - I Gotta Chick lyrics

I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me And she'll do anything for me that's why I f**s with her I f**s with her heart, call it my little ghetto s** soldier And she ain't like them other chicks Got a n***a obey like a f**ing bag of chips So she got enough respect to make a n***a feel like a president The best of her Shawty ain't playing, s** so good she just got me saying, man I toast to the way that she do me, she put it on me She'll even bring a friend for me and that's why I buy her everything 'Cause she is the baddest thing up in the club I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me And she'll do anything for me that's why I f**s with her I ain't gotta tell her but once, whatever it is She gonna do it like ain't sh** to it like Don't listen to your friends, no matter what they're telling you You should listen to your man 'cause we gonna ride forever We be in the phantom gloss doing the most Got a lot of haters jealous 'cause we're still together This right here's gonna last forever It's you and me together through the stormy weather, oh And that's why I buy her everything 'Cause she is the baddest thing up in the club I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me And she'll do anything for me that's why I f**s with her It's the slow love maker, straight back breaker Yeah, credit card swiper, me Louboutin Nike her Shoe game is immaculate that other boy be lacking, s**er Give ya time to calculate 'cause fat boy always accurate My appetite is s**ual, wanna taste the best of you Mr. Screws, swimming pools full of revenue Skipping school, schooling n***as to what cheddar do Making moves, millionaire you woulda never knew Cherry red Beamer ridin' wit' a tenderoni Ballin' all day at f**ing f-f-five in the morning I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me And she'll do anything for me that's why I f**s with her I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me And she'll do anything for me that's why I f**s with her