[Trina]
I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a, gay friend you can call her nigga
[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 nigga
I got a, lil` brother cookin quarters nigga
[Trina]
I got a, couple girls who gon` come fuck
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 bitch
I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck dick
I got a, dildo in this bag baby
I got a, lil` somethin for that ass 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, fuck `em all just cause I can
I got her, much hotter than fuckin 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 nigga 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 pussy ate like everyday
Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
I got an, AK for a bitch nigga
I gotta, let you know they only get bigger
I got a, hit man for your problems nigga
I got a, couple stacks that`ll solve him nigga
[Trina]
I gotta... show my nigga love
Cause he my nigga 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 fuck
[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