Mannie Fresh - Don't Trip lyrics

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Mannie Fresh - Don't Trip lyrics

[Lil Wayne] Go by the name of Weezy F and I'm walkin' out the Bally store with ten bags Fly as a motherf**er girlie on my staple Cause her friend say I'm a tummy s**er Don't go below the navel I'm up in little Haiti (yeah), I'm blowin' on Jamaica (yeah) I'm in a pepper Beamer (yeah), I'm with a saltshaker (yeah) Now I'm in Dade county (yeah), I see some thick b**hes (yeah) I try to holla at 'em but they all trick b**hes (damn!) I think Trina s**y (oh!), mama you wine-fine (yep!) And on the hush-hush (oh!) we need some quiet time (shh!) Yeah I'm all right ma [laughter], the Birdman's boy [laughter] He own Cash Money, I pre-own Cash Money Yeah, and I put her on Cash Money She start wobblin' that a** for me (whoa!) She start modelin'(whoa!) She see the models in the Maybach (whoa!) She call me Weezy F baby and she make sure she say that [Hook] If you see a fly n***a baby girl yeah I don't trip Just give him lil' thigh mama give him lil' hip 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 Give him lil' thigh mama give him lil' hip Then you give him lil' wind-up, give him lil' dip 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 [Trina] Now I'm the daughter of the Madam inside of a pink Phantom If your man got that cash then best believe I'm at him Cause I'm sharp as a machete and I cuss like great (that's right) n***as call me Betty Crocker cause my cake stay plenty Got stacks on top of stacks, I'm cuppin' a mill ticket No matter the consequence my emphasis is to get it It's Trina, Weezy F baby, Mannie handle the script It's so reminiscent to Gladys Knight and the Pips (that's right) All my n***as jump around girls jump on that dick It ain't gone be no standin' round now let's get crunk in this b**h And ladies show him your sh** a lil' hip, a lil' thigh Mo' pleasure for the eye and the mo' a n***a try (that's right) You can find me stretched out in my eight-fifty yacht Or my big six hundred believe Trina done it Believe I'm diamond studded stay flooded like a dam Chase grands cause I am what I am, don't give a damn, go! [Hook] [Trina] Back to the lesson at hand stick to my plan When it comes to seeing man after man, don't give a damn Bout his cars or his grands, what, what, what, what, what Cause I'mma make my own ends and that's what what's up Ladies, let say you want a man (yeah) but don't know how to do it (yeah) Dirty dance with him put a lil' back into it (yeah) Go catch a wall shawty, end up at the malls thought he Tried to dog waldy make him spend it all on ya (damn!) Yep! And make that n***a ball for ya Then have him beggin' for that kitty kat (oh!) Winin' and dinin' for that a** give him none of that Just let him know, say "Make a b**h rich" cause the baddest b**h taught you that [Hook] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!