Trina - Tic Toc lyrics

[Intro: French Montana & Trina] Trina Haah (French) Montana (yea) I'mma I'mma (talk about it) [Hook: French Montana] Shorty a** fat with a attitude Yea baby, I ain't mad at you Watch a young n***a ball You know I'm getting money like a clock on the wall Talking tic (tic) toc (toc) tic (tic) toc (toc) Tic tic toc, b**h tic toc Shorty a** fat with a attitude Go ahead baby, I ain't mad at you [Verse 1: French Montana] Pull up in the club, it's a bloody murda Rock that sh** n***as never heard of We done k**ed the game, go and dig the dirt up Coke boys were everything you learned about 30 racks, make em rain dance I rock 60 racks on every hand Pull up in that sh**, b**hes yelling hello Hottest in my city, I'll be balling like 'Melo We be smoking on that k**a My garage like a dealer Pull up in that sh**, b**hes ask what you call that? All that fly sh** we done wore that, Montana [Hook] [Verse 2: Trina] Yeah, uh-huh My p**y worth a small fortune Put him in the matrix when I slow motion Ass so fat he need a lap dance These other hoes belong in the trash can You broke n***as, you can keep you 2 cents When I throw it back caught this n***a speaking French He pray before he eat it, p**y heaven sent You ain't breaking bread boy, you got me bent You know my name (you know my name) Miss Trina Baddest b**h aka bread winner I'm in the club, bad b**hes round me You can find me down in Dade County [Hook] [Outro: Trina] Yeah, Trina Baddest b**h, French Keep ticking b**h Get your time piece up, bum b**hes Some new sh**, French Montana The baddest b**h, 305 Dade County f** all you other b**hes Yeah I said it, yeah Coke boys, uh-huh Stop your game up n***as [Hook]