I Gotta
Trina Lyrics


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Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..

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

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

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

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)

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

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'

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

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)

I got a, couple cars, while most hoes starve
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

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

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

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)
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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

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

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

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)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Trina's song "I Gotta" are explicit and straightforward. The song is about Trina's sexual confidence and financial success. She describes herself as having a "fat pussy" for a "cocksucker," suggesting that she is sexually empowered and able to please her partners. She also boasts about her possessions, including a condo for a wealthy man, an Escalade, and even an AK for protection against "bitch niggas." Throughout the song, Trina emphasizes that both she and her partners need to hustle and get what they want in life.


Despite its explicit content, "I Gotta" is also a feminist anthem. Trina is unapologetic about her sexuality and her desire for financial success, both of which are often judged harshly in society, especially for women of color. By owning her desires and her hustle, Trina is encouraging other women to do the same. The song also features fellow Florida rapper Rick Ross, who reinforces the theme of financial success and hustling.


Line by Line Meaning

I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I have a large, desirable vagina for oral sex


I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I have a place to hide from the police


I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I have a luxurious condominium for a wealthy man


I got a, gay friend you can call her nigga
I have a homosexual friend who you can address with male pronouns


I got a, dick game with a mean hustle
I am skilled in sexual activity and business


I got an, Escalade no you can't touch it
I own an Escalade that is not available for others to use or touch


I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia nigga
I own a few blocks of property in Georgia


I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters nigga
I have a younger sibling who is selling large quantities of drugs


I got a, couple girls who gon' come fuck
I have a few female acquaintances who are willing to engage in sexual activity


I gotta, see the money time to come up
I need to see payment in order to engage in activity


I gotta, keep it real with my hustler hoes
I make sure to be honest with my female accomplices in illegal activity


I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes
I have a few friends who will steal clothes for me


I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
I need to make money for myself and you need to make money for yourself


(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
(I need to make money for myself and you need to make money for yourself)


I gots, no love for a punk bitch
I have no affection for a weak, cowardly woman


I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck dick
I need to use vulgar language to convince her to perform oral sex


I got a, dildo in this bag baby
I have a sex toy in my possession


I got a, lil' somethin for that ass baby
I have a small item to insert into someone's anus


I know you, pay hoes cause I heard you did
I know that you pay for prostitution because I was told


I got a, headhunter that'll serve you quick
I have a hitman who can assassinate quickly


I got a, team of hoes you ain't seen befo'
I have a group of prostitutes that you have not met before


With green to blow, sick with cash and cream fo' sho'
They have a lot of money and drugs to use and sell


I gotta, fuck 'em all just cause I can
I need to engage in sexual activity with as many people as possible because I have the ability to do so


I got her, much hotter than fuckin her own man
I am more attractive than her partner and better at engaging in sexual activity


The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for head
A hotel guest paid me $100 for oral sex


But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled
My designer shoes caused me to trip and I quickly left


I got a, couple cars, while most hoes starve
I own a few cars while many prostitutes struggle financially


You gotta give it to the nigga who wrote those bars
You need to recognize and acknowledge the person who wrote these lyrics


I got a, check in the mail that you couldn't believe
I received a payment that is hard to believe


Now I got a Roley for 80 G's under my sleeve
I purchased a Rolex watch for $80,000 and wear it often


I gotta, let you hoes know who I be
I need to inform these prostitutes of who I am


So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's
I prefer to use a shorter version of my stage name and show off my jewelry that has a B on it


I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
I have a place to sell drugs in the neighborhood without being identified


All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds
My marijuana is high quality and may come with a few seeds


I gotta, put it down in a major way
I need to make a big impact with my actions


I gotta, put y'all down with this game I play
I need to teach you how to engage in this activity


I gotta, get my pussy ate like everyday
I desire to receive oral sex regularly


Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade
Bring a gift and money in your Escalade


I got an, AK for a bitch nigga
I own a firearm for a weak, cowardly man


I gotta, let you know they only get bigger
I need to inform you that my firearms are becoming larger and more dangerous


I got a, hit man for your problems nigga
I have someone who can take care of any issues you have


I got a, couple stacks that'll solve him nigga
I have a large amount of money that can handle any problem


I gotta, show my nigga love
I need to show affection and respect towards my friend


Cause he my nigga what, now hold yo' triggers up
He is my friend and we need to raise our weapons to show loyalty and support


Ain't nuttin in this game is as big as us
No one is more significant or influential in this activity than we are


If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a fuck
If someone is more significant, they can be informed that we do not care


I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
I need to attack fiercely like this football player


Defended by Johnny Coch' cartel on the block
Backed up by powerful figures in the area


I got a, fifty cal' and I'm waitin in the crowd
I own a powerful firearm and am ready for any situation


Ready to get it down when y'all all 50'd out
Ready to engage in activity once others have left or finished




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: WILLIAM ROBERTS, ANDRE BRISSETT

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