Don'tTrip

Don't Trip - Trina

Uh yeah

Oh yeah

Tring being I've got you

Yeah I'm on that syzurp my

Ya off tha

Hey heyyy

Go by the name of weezie f

An f**k them out the belly store with ten bags

Fly as a mutha f**ka girly on my staple

Cause her friends say I'm a tummy sucker

Don't go below the navel

I'm up in lil' haiti

I'm blowing on jamaica

I'm in the pimp a bethemer

I'm with a salt shaker

Now I'm in dave county

I see some thick b**ches

I try to holla at them

But they all trick b**ches

I think trina sexy

Mama you wind fine

And on the hush hush

We need some quiet time

Yea I'm a ridah mom

The birdman's boy

He own cash money

I pre own cash money

Yeah and I put her on cash money

She start wobbling that a** for me

She start modeling

She see the models in the maybach

She call me weezie f baby

And she make sure she say that

See a fly ni**a baby yeah I don't trip

Just give them lil' thigh

Mama give them lil' hip

And if you see a fly b**ch

Ni**a holla don't trip

Break her off a few dollars

Take her on a few trips

Give them lil' thigh

Mama give them lil' hip

Then you give them lil' whind up

Give them a lil' dip

And if you see a fly b**ch

Ni**a holla don't trip

Break her off a few dollars

Take her on a few trips

Now I'm the daughter of a madam

Inside of a pink phantom

If you man got that cash

Then best believe I met him

Cause I'm sharp as a machete

And I cuss like freddie

Niggas call me betty crocker

Cause my cakes stay plenty

Got stacks on top of stacks

Cup in the meal ticket

No matter the consequence