Don't Trip (feat Trina)

"[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 fuck em out the belly store with ten bags?

Fly as a mutha fucka girly on my staple

Cause her friends say I'm a tummy sucker

Don't go below the navel

I'm up in Lil Hatti

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 bitches

I try to holla at em

But they all trick bitches

I think Trina sexy

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 own CA$H MONEY

I pre-own CA$H MONEY

Yea and I put her on CA$H MONEY

She start wobblin that ass 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 nigga baby yea I don't trip

Just give em lil thigh?

Mama give em lil hip

[Trina]

And if you see a fly bitch

nigga 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' Wayne

Give em a lil nip

[Trina]

And if you see a fly bitch

Nigga 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?

Niggas 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 Knight and The Pips

All my niggas jump around

Girls jump on that dick

It aint gonna be no standin around

Now lets get crunk in this bitch

And ladies

Show em yo shit

A lil hip a lil thigh

More pleasure for the eye

And the more a nigga 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

Look at yo wall shorty

End up at the mall sporty

Try to dog waddy?

Make em spend it all on ya

Yep and make that nigga ball for ya

Then have him beggin for that kitty kat

Wining and dining for that ass

Give him none of that

Just let him kno

Say make a bitch rich

Cause the badest bitch taught you that

[Chorus]"