Trina - Don't Trip lyrics

(feat. Lil' Wayne) [Intro] Uh Yea, Oh Yea Trin' Bein I've Got Ya Yea I'm On That Syzurp my Ya Off Tha Hey! Heyyy! [1st Verse: Lil Wayne] Go by the name of Weezie F. An f** em out the belly store with ten bags? Fly as a mutha f**a girly on my staple Cause her friends say I'm a tummy s**er Don't go below the navel I'm up in Lil Haiti I'm blowin on Jamaica I'm in the pimp a beemer I'm with a salt shaker Now I'm in Dade County I see some thick b**hes I try to holla at em But they all trick b**hes I think Trina s**y Mama ya wine fine And on the hush hush We need some quiet time Yea I'm a ridah ma The Birdman's boy He on CA$H MONEY I pre-own CA$H MONEY? Yea and I put her on CA$H MONEY She start wobblin that a** for me She start modelin She see the models in the Maybach She call me Weezie F. Baby And she make sure she say that [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne] See a fly n***a baby yea I don't trip Just give em lil thigh? Mama give em lil hip [Trina] And if you see a fly b**h n***a holla don't trip Break her off a few dollars Take her on a few trips [Lil' Wayne] Give em lil thigh Mama give em lil hip Then you give em lil wind up Give em a lil nip [Trina] And if you see a fly b**h n***a holla don't trip Break her off a few dollars Take her on a few trips [2nd Verse: Trina] Now I'm the daughter of a madam Inside of a pink phantom If ya man got that cash Then best believe I met him Cause I'm sharp as a machete And I cuss like crazy? n***as call me Betty Crocker Cause my cakes stay plenty Got stacks on top of stacks I'm cuppin' a meal ticket No matter the consequence My emphasis is to get it It's Trina Weezie F. Baby Manny handle the scripts It's all reminiscent to Gladys night in the pips? All my n***as jump around Girls jump on that dick It aint gonna be no standin around Now lets get crunk in this b**h And ladies Show em yo sh** A lil hip a lil thigh More pleasure for the eye And the more a n***a try You can find me stretched out In my 850i Or my big 600 Believe Trina done it Believe them diamonds studded Stay flooded like a damn Chase grams cause I am what I am Don't give a damn Go [Chorus] [3rd Verse: Trina] Back to the lesson at hand Stick to my plan When it comes to seein man after man Don't give a damn about his car or his friends Wh Wh WhWhat Cause I'm gonna make my on ends That's WhWhat's up Ladies lets say you want a man But don't kno how to do it Dirty dance with em Put a lil back into it Go catch a wall shorty End up at the mall sporty Try to dog waddy? Make em spend it all on ya Yep and make that n***a ball for ya Then have him beggin for that kitty kat Wining and dining for that a** Give him none of that Just let him kno Say make a b**h rich Cause the badest b**h taught you that [Chorus] [Beat Till End]