I Gotta Chick lyrics

[Intro: Tyrese]
Baby, baby
Baby
Come on, wake up
I'm asleep
No, uh uh
Come here
Why are you always horny at 5 in the mornin' baby, hmm?
Come here, come on
Do me a favor
What?
Grab that remote right there, press play

[Chorus: Tyrese & R. Kelly]
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*cks with her

[Verse 1: Tyrese]
I f*cks with her heart, call her my little ghetto sex soldier
And she ain't like them other chicks
(Got a n*gga open) Like a f*ckin' bag of chips
And she got enough respect to make a n*gga feel like a president
(The best of her)
Shawty ain't playing, sex so good she just got me sayin', man
I toast to the way that she do me, she put it on me
She'll even bring a friend for me
[Pre-Chorus: Tyrese]
And that's why I buy her everything
'Cause she is the baddest thing up in the club

[Chorus: Tyrese & R. Kelly]
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*cks with her

[Verse 2: Tyrese]
I ain't gotta tell her but once, whatever it is
She gonna do it like ain't sh*t to it like
(Don't listen to your friends) No matter what they're tellin' you
You should listen to your man 'cause we gonna ride forever
We be in the Phantom Ghost doin' 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

[Pre-Chorus: Tyrese]
And that's why I buy her everything
'Cause she is the baddest thing up in the club

[Chorus: Tyrese & R. Kelly]
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*cks with her
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
It's the slow love maker (Huh), straight back breaker
Yeah, credit card swiper (Me), Louboutin, Nike her (Haha)
Shoe game is immaculate, that other boy be lacking (Sucker)
Give ya time to calculate 'cause fat boy always accurate
My appetite is sexual, wanna taste the best of you (Haha)
Mr. Screws, swimming pools full of revenue (Woo)
Skippin' school, schoolin' n*ggas to what cheddar do
Makin' moves, millionaire you would of never knew
Cherry red Beamer ridin' with a tenderoni (Huh)
Ballin' all day but f*ckin' f-f-five in the mornin'

[Chorus: Tyrese & R. Kelly]
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*cks 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*cks with her