I Gotta Chick (Remix)

[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 fucks with her [Verse 1: Tyrese] I fucks with her heart, call her my little ghetto sex soldier And she ain't like them other chicks (Got a nigga open) Like a fuckin' bag of chips And she got enough respect to make a nigga 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 fucks with her [Verse 2: Tyrese] I ain't gotta tell her but once, whatever it is She gonna do it like ain't shit 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 fucks with her [Verse 3: Tyga] Hold up, baby, kick my feet up On the table dinner ready that's my baby Cook my favorite spaghetti Angel hair fettuccine then we fuck until we dreamin' Wakin' up around eleven now we rollin' like it's Cali Got a fine dark skin like Keisha up in Belly Oh really? I ain't ready, commitment is just too heavy I ain't trippin' she ain't trippin' She ain't flippin' to my celly We're both grown, lower your tone I'm just kiddin' We both winnin', like Jordan to the Pippen Hope you ain't feelin' different 'cause most of them girls was digits With you I play my cards right royal flush finish (oh) Gotta chick that love me no attitude she hug me Li-lick me down and rub me lo-loyal when she for me Too many on me on me push em to the side 'Cause they ain't gonna ride Like my chick that love me [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 fucks 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 fucks with her