Trina

Um, this Don Chi Chi person that you call yourself?

Uh huh

What is he all about?
Does that mean that you could be devoted to one woman
And have others, or does that mean you're not devoted at all?

Don Chi Chi basically is a glamorous
Fly-assed playboy that's just, you know.
He ain't no one-woman type man.

I can't wait
It's me again
Uh, what chu waitin' for?
Trina and Tammy, So So Def, c'mon

*Why don't you and me
Take a trip and dip back to my crib
I wanna lay you down
I really wanna lay you down

Here we are alone in my car
And I can feel your temperature rising
You want me, I want you, too
And I can see it in your eyes that you're ready (Ready)
To hit the back seat of my Jeep right now
If the mood ain't right, my Jeep is tight
I got a better place to lay you down

*Repeat (x2)

I said, "Baby" (Baby)
Before we lay, everything's gotta be just right
Cuz tonight is the night I've been waiting for
You and me are about to take flight, yeah, yeah
I don't want no distractions
Once we get into our action
I wanna be alone (That's right)
Getting it on all night long

*Repeat (x2)

Oh, baby
(Baby come this way)
(No longer will I make you wait)
I can feel your passion rising
And you're not alone
(My heart)
My heart
(Is yearning for your love)
I can hardly wait to lay you down
Down
(Why don't you)

What you waitin' for
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin x2
(Why don't you)

What you waitin' for
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin x2
You heard me?

First destination
(Is my heart)
Second destination
(After the lights go out)
I kindly get you up and take you to my place
Town of ecstasy
I don't think it can wait
First destination
(Is my heart)
Second destination
(After the lights go out)
I'm gonna make you wish
That everyday you live
That you could spend your life with me (Yeah)

*Repeat (x4)

Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Don't be fake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Don't be fake wit it
Shake It
Titties sit right
ass sits better
I'm mean in a thong behind
it's wooden leather You can
catch me at South
Beach in a drop top Careta
I'm in the middle of somebodys
dance floor like whatever Drop
I keep it hood for you baby
cause on the down
Low mama knows what
good for you baby
What's good for me baby
bottle of Henny for ya
Me in a mini for ya
show you some luv That's if
I got any for ya
I can it make from the
dollars to the pennies for ya
Back tha tha back it up
then I bend it for ya
But I don't come cheap
so you got to break
Trina off if you really
want the right young freak
Pussy good
couple pumps skeet skeet
but first I need that
new Bentley
it should be a crime
Being this fine and I
get what I want I let him
see it from behind
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Make it clap like
my hands for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Make it clap
like my hands for ya
Shake It Shake It
Hair stay fixed
nails stay fixed
Keep niggas hotter than
project bricks
Paparazzi want to
know if I'm gay when I'm the
reason why Shaq came to MIA
Drop like it's slow your old
man would have fainted on me
Maybe because the jeans
look like it was painted on me
And my shoe game oh so vicious
I'm what your taste Buds need
cause I'm so delicious
Diamond princess
how could you forget this
Slip and slide records and the
hood be my witness
I'm the baddest ting
walking the block and You the
saddest thing stalking the cop
I'm Miss 305
butter pecan thighs
pretty brown eyes in the 745
you can keep up with me
I'm the diamond mommy drinking
From a gold bottle grown
women say I'm they role model
Swallow That
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Make it clap like
my hands for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Make it clap
like my hands for ya
Shake It Shake It
Now wear my real bitches at
that be taking it off
And keep them playas straight
breakin them off
That's how you do that there
and Trina won't lie to Ya
and sugar coat it and it's
fly to ya
it's like smokin on tha crip
Lightin up a dip
poppin one and puttin some of
me up on your Lips
on your lips
and ain't no better
high than me baby
Call me sunshine cause you
can touch the sky with me baby
Purses and shoes by Louie Gucci
all from the pretty face and
ghetto booty
What you want baby
for me and you do a porn baby
And tell you
beat till the morn baby
I'm extra sexual and
intellectual could to us both
Just so professional
and I could wobble on it and
Take my phone calls
like you cant bother me on it
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Make it clap like
my hands for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Make it clap
like my hands for ya
Shake It Shake It
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Don't be fake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Don't be fake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Don't be fake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Don't be fake wit it
Okay K K K
I keep it hood for you baby
cause on the down low mama
knows what good for you baby
I keep it hood for you baby
cause on the down low mama
knows what good for you baby
And ain't no better
high than me baby
call me sunshine cause you
can touch the sky wit me baby
And ain't no better
high than me baby
call me sunshine cause you
can touch the sky wit me baby

Intro: Trina & Kelly Rowland Adlibs Look I aint got nothin ta say to you I cant even believe you You know what Im too fly for this shit You playin yourself Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) No No No Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin I aint tryna hear it (Not this time) Look nigga Whatchu think this is? You treat me like a random chick You done forgot who introduced you to rocks And poppin all that cris an shit Who letchu hit it from tha back Anyway that chu like And any debts i can pay tha price I thought i was a chick you would make your wife And now a bitch cant even stay tha night (You wack) I cant even look in ya face Witout wantin ta slap you Damn i thank God i aint get that tatoo You betta thank God i aint have tha strap boo You aint even worth that trick get at chu Matta fact Trick get at dude Im da best Aint got shit ta ask you And tell tha trifflin bitch She can have you I aint lookin atchu no more Im lookin past you Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) No No No Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin I aint tryna hear it (Not this time) When ma girl came through wit tha news All i did was think about me and you like damn (Damn) What a chick gotta do to get wit a real nigga That know how to stay true like man (Man) No more quarter ta eights You betta hop on a bus or a cab I shed so many tears Cant believe how many years Tha baddest bitch put up witch yo dusty ass (Yeah) Now you know that im tha queen of Miami (Uh huh) All that loud talkin, lying Save that shit for ya man (Ha..Ha) Sounds like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (talk too much) Im like uh huh, okay, wassup, shut up Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) No more No more Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin I aint tryna hear it (Not this time) Now all my ladies say (Ohh Ohh) If you feel me say (Ohh Ohh ) If you cant take no more say No no no (no no no) No no no (Ohh) Here we go (Here we go) Here we go again (Go again) Now you tellin me (Yeah yeah) That she is just a friend (Say shes just a friend) And why shes callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) Thats why im packin up my jewels Grabbin up my furs Ill be back for all my shoes and purses Watch me bounce In my seven fourty five Ill be ridin out Cause I aint tryna hear it Not this time

Ain't nothin' to it but to do it -Lemme holla at you baby I know a lot of NFL players And a lot of NBA Players Like to holla at you, you know But it's different holla'in at me You know what I'm sayin? Whatever they can give you I can give it to you times two But in a gangsta way Can ya dig it? I woke up around 10 thisa mornin' I gave myself a stretch upa morning yawnin Went to the bathroom to wash up Put on my french lace panties and my Neitche warm up I said "Mirror Mirror on the wall Who is the baddest bitch of them all?" There was a quick pause, Then the mirror responded: "You know you got it locked stop actin retarded" Fo sho, that's why these bitches don't want beef Cuz I flash the Rolly with the all yellow piece Got the sunflower yellow on the fingernails And the yellow Louis bag with the pastels Yo I'm livin like a model off my rap sells (Why?) Cuz niggas love the way my back swells Plus I show my ladies how to mack males Fuck posin for Black Tail I'm about to sign a Playboy deal Sexy gurl, you're my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl And I really need you gurl And I wanna love you gurl And I wanna kiss and hug you gurl You my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl You're my little... Close to the p-impin Hop in the coupe with snoop go on a mission Non stop, no intermission Breakfast in bed We do head in the kitchen (ooo) Its a lovely Day You can hang out in the pool act a fool Or just bubble and bake And when you get I love how you don't talk about it But you lovin the Dogg that's what I like about it MIA don't get in my way Da baddest bitch with the play ah yay And every day I try to get my play on This California lifestyle help me stay on Mm I'm choppin it up I got the key so I'm lockin it up Flashin, blastin em I'm rollin with a boss bitch passin em Sexy gurl, you're my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl And I really need you gurl And I wanna love you gurl And I wanna kiss and hug you gurl You my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl Break it down Uh huh (All the sexy ladies clap to this) That's right (All the sexy ladies clap to this) Come on (Yeah all the sexy ladies clap to this) Oh oh Come on Better than Fendi and Gucci You need a little more for be to me a groupie How bout a house down out on Sanssouci Sittin on the deck so we can move loosely That's just how it goes Vera Wang from the window panes down to the tip of my toes And when I'm ready to leave I pull a Porsche out Don't want no sticks or no seeds I go to Snoop's house Fuck a professor, I need an investor To eat me like Hannibal Lector And keep me in a pink Kompressor Cuz princessa and I don't any lessa I know a lot of NFL players And a lot of NBA Players Like to holla at you, you know But it's different holla'in at me You know what I'm sayin? Whatever they can give you I can give it to you times two But in a gangsta way Can ya dig it? So if you got time time Like I know you got time Come here sexy girl and holla at the D-O Gizzle Fo shizzle Sexy gurl Sexy gurl Sexy gurl -

[Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen! I was 18, and she was 25 And I was kinda fast for my age It was the, first time, drinkin cheap wine And then she took her place on the stage The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! [Trina] C'mon, I make my body drop, then I pussy pop I got it nice and hot, that's what I'm talkin 'bout I'm in that red zone, I got that head gone You should see me in that thong th-th-thong thong I make this ass bounce, and these titties right And make my thighs tremble, cause that's what niggaz like I got this thing alright, you better ask somebody And if he ask about me, he better pack his wallet See I'm a guy pleaser, slash don diva Slip-N-Slide off the side yeah that's Trina Take it to the bar, give me Grey Goose Let me get it started, it's time to tear it loose Catch a wall, back it up, oh excuse me! You bitches better make a way for this booty See I'm a cutie, yours truly Get out the way of this motherfuckin cooly [Mannie Fresh] The DJ cued the record and the record went BOOM Make a circle, give the lady some room Shorty make her body rock, followed with the pussy pop And everybody give her they money The club, went, crazy (cooly's a bad mamma jamma) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! [Trina] A bad bitch in the club and she's so astoundin I'm the star in this bitch cause they show around me I'm the bitch who been crowned as Miss Miami Every nigga in the club wanna get in my panties But, if he payin it I'm layin him And if the nigga still standin I consider him the man then He wanna cram it and jam it Put the pickle in the middle muh'fucker not the fanny That access has not been granted It's the way that I strut, make a nigga wanna fuck and It's the lust make a nigga wanna touch And I'm not just a ho or a slut, I'm a plus so Where you ducks at? Where yo' bucks at? If he ain't up in that, get the fuck back See I done struck back just like lightning Every nigga in this bitch wanna pipe me [Mannie Fresh] The man say last, go and get your alcohol Then we dancin way in the back Now everybody got to know, me and her 'bout to go take it to the Cadillac The club, went, crazy (congratulations, you got her) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! [Trina] Now he, breakin it off, and takin it off And he, makin me wet, I'm makin it hard And I'm, drivin his 'llac and swipin his card And I'm, signin his checks while givin him sex, and It's the body that they dyin to get It's amazin how these niggaz be cryin for this And, it's so crazy that they lyin for this But, but you gotta get in line you dick Now, that's the shit make these niggaz wanna holla Look like a model, shaped like a Coke bottle Break his bank down to his last gold dollar I make the flo' wobble damn near a whole hour Pussy real good, when it's from the hood But you gotta pay, and it's understood If I'ma give it up, you gon' give it out Cause I love makin niggaz go down South Aiyyo Mannie, fucks wit'chu? You crazy for this one [Mannie Fresh] You is a bad mamma jamma The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it!) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen!

Triiiiiinaaahhhhh
Ladies and gentlemen
ladies and gentlemen
Uh this is a Jazze Phizzle
produc shizzle
Oh boy
Okay alright
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Okay alright now
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump

Ohh You can ride if you want to
Get it girl you can ride if you
want to yeah
Ohh You can ride if you want to
Get it girl you can ride if you
want to yeah
Now can I ride you like a
soldier and do you
like your woman's 'sposed ya
Cause it's my party tonight
I'm tryin to cum befo' it's ovah
I'm on fire feel it burnin in
my bones Right in
20 deep and Cali playin my song
It's my birthday it's my birthday
Why did I come in this club
with no panties on
in the first place
But in the worst case scenario
I'm in the middle of the danceflo'
holla if you hear me though
Party's on nigga bring bread
Look what you drivin
baby to you got some mean head
Call me supreme red
but when I fade it call me Xrated
Hump in my back lift
my rump and then I perculate it
Okay alright
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Okay alright now
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Ay listen game recognizes game
in the club
Ladies point him out if you see a
lame in the club
Gimme 50 Crist's and a hundred Moe's
Forget a table
bring it to me on the danceflo'
I'm in this motherfucker drinkin
bout to lose my mind
Me and Oprah made a sandwich out of
Ginuwine
Yo everybody in they birthday suits
We gon' ball till we fall and
you can ride if you want to
Ain't tryin to hear 'bout what you
don't do
So put your pimp cups and
shake this booty to the ground
Keep me moanin makin funny sounds
Dirty dancin in the club
it's my birthday so what
Okay alright
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Okay alright now
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump

Ohh You can ride if you want to
Get it girl you can ride if you
want to yeah
Ohh You can ride if you want to
Get it girl you can ride if you
want to yeah

Okay alright
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Okay alright now

(RR) Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..

(Trina)
I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a, gay friend you can call her nigga

(Rick Ross)
I got a, dick game with a mean hustle
I got an, Escalade no you can't touch it
I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia nigga
I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters nigga

(Trina)
I got a, couple girls who gon' come f**k
I gotta, see the money time to come up
I gotta, keep it real with my hustler hoes
I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes

(Chorus: Rick Ross + (Trina))
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)

(Rick Ross)
I gots, no love for a punk bitch
I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck dick
I got a, dildo in this bag baby
I got a, lil' somethin for that ass baby

(Trina)
I know you, pay hoes cause I heard you did
I got a, headhunter that'll serve you quick
I got a, team of hoes you ain't seen befo'
With green to blow, sick with cash and cream fo' sho'

(Rick Ross)
I gotta, f**k 'em all just cause I can
I got her, much hotter than f**kin her own man
The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for head
But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled


(Chorus)

(Trina)
I got a, couple cars, while most hoes sob
You gotta give it to the nigga who wrote those bars
I got a, check in the mail that you couldn't believe
Now I got a Roley for 80 G's under my sleeve

(Rick Ross)
I gotta, let you hoes know who I be
So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's
I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds

(Trina)
I gotta, put it down in a major way
I gotta, put y'all down with this game I play
I gotta, get my pussy ate like everyday
Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade

(Chorus)

(Rick Ross)
I got an, AK for a bitch nigga
I gotta, let you know they only get bigger
I got a, hit man for your problems nigga
I got a, couple stacks that'll solve him nigga

(Trina)
I gotta... show my nigga love
Cause he my nigga what, now hold yo' triggers up
Ain't nuttin in this game is as big as us
If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a f**k

(Rick Ross)
I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
Defended by Johnny Coch' cartel on the block
I got a, fifty cal' and I'm waitin in the crowd
Ready to get it down when y'all all 50'd out

(Chorus)

Uh-uh-uh-uhhh, uh-uh-uh-uhhh Sex is what I'm talkin 'bout, sex is what I'm talkin 'bout Ahhh.. I'm not gon-na hold on no I ain't talkin 'bout a 70/30 (no way, no way) Or a 60/40 (uh-uh, uh-uh) Talkin 'bout a (50/50 when the room is empty) (And the clothes come off, I'm doin you and you doin me) First thangs first, Miss Trina, ducks all the lames in the game I'm quick to put a nigga to shame Fo' sayin my name, cause umm that'll get you nowhere but West Bubblefuck, with a kick in yo' nuts So if you wanna hit the guts, then you gotta play yo' cards right Go against the odds, cut me like I'm hard white I train bitches like Tyko To get the dick then the money out these niggaz goin psycho That's if you like a man, he kinda tight though (shit) I don't give a damn, I'm tryin to get you right though (what) Got vibes retired like David Rob Heartthrob forever, cute and thicker than ever Sheeeit, you know you need a chick like me Own cars, own house, own shit like me Uhh, see me and only me I'm the real Queen of this shit, truly yours, "Baddest Bitch" I'm not gon-na hold on no I ain't talkin 'bout a 70/30 (no way, no way) Or a 60/40 (uh-uh, uh-uh) Talkin 'bout a (50/50 when the room is empty) (And the clothes come off, I'm doin you and you doin me) Uhh, you know I'm still in my prime So, give me some lovin I could feel in my spine And do it to me like you said you would Talk dirty but don't hurt me, do my body good Show me love and give me hugs, let me cop a squeeze Burn a few trees and let you get on top of me; strength on that D - freaky deaky in the bedroom I'm a lady by day by night I need my legroom Wanna let my hurr down - get a glass of Chardonnay I don't mean to drink it fast but homey pardon me Calm your nerves I got you shakin hyperventilatin Lack of preperation and waitin for the penetration Concentratin with every moment when we have relations Sensations give me temptations, so gimme more ain't no limitation We lovemakin in the late night Ain't goin home 'til the daylight - so fuck me right nigga I'm not gon-na hold on no I ain't talkin 'bout a 70/30 (no way, no way) Or a 60/40 (uh-uh, uh-uh) Talkin 'bout a (50/50 when the room is empty) (And the clothes come off, I'm doin you and you doin me)

[Intro:]
This n*gga be just callin my phone
I be like why do u call me i never gave u my number first of all
I find it rude for you to call somebody
it's like i got ya number from your people,
some people, but i was like well i didn't give you my number so you shouldn't call my phone..
Hold on 1 sec. baby... hello?

[Chorus:]
She left you all alone, so take my body home
i'm here to make ya moan (reach out, touch me)
now feel some naked sweat bet it'll drip right down your neck, when i talk ya won't forget (reach out, touch me)
you want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip to lick n *ooh* (reach out, touch me)
sit back n close your eyes, don't try to take your time, it's gonna be a night
(reach out, touch me)

[Verse 1:]
I say G's feel ya ass up, me up on a plasma, is there anything better you can ask for?
ain't nothin sweeter than a diva named trina
fresh to death like i live at the cleaners
i'm so sexy i could kiss myself
but why do it when i know that i could get some help
yo take my number, let it marinate, don't even wonder how i turned a winter's night into summer
ponder, in ya mind, this spot it 69,
i'll make sure you'll get yours now gimme mine
you know, holla at me, throw a thousand to a dolla at me
gucci, miss sixty, to some prada at me (reach out, touch me)
shower me with the finest things, diamond rings, tea cups, ?? and designer jeans
i got this call comin in, i'll hit ya back
be prepared to cross our lines that connect-picture that

[Chorus:]
She left you all alone, so take my body home
i'm here to make ya moan (reach out, touch me)
now feel some naked sweat bet it'll drip right down your neck, when i talk ya won't forget (reach out, touch me)
you want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip to lick n *ooh* (reach out, touch me)
sit back n close your eyes, don't try to take your time, it's gonna be a night
(reach out, touch me)

[Verse 2:]
Can ya hear me nanna?
ya hear me better?
good, i'm ready to seva and down for whateva
i'd slid you my digits nah, come pay a visit
your no ("man-chick"), that's just ready to handle business
Ooh my bedroom moans louder than ringtones
my sexy ninja have ya shoppin at Queen's Home
My girls told me bout your line with a 3-way
But this curious cat don't wanna go off what 'she' say
so get over to room star 67
where i block the haters and a playa get a piece of heaven
lemme know when you downstairs in mike's kitchen, it's the playgirl's suite
before i change my decision
curve insturctions no disturbance when i nurse on you
off the hook in a lawn waitin in my birthday suit
no dis when i give you my hand
im about to give the limit to plan-goddamn

[Chorus:]
She left you all alone, so take my body home
i'm here to make ya moan (reach out, touch me)
now feel some naked sweat bet it'll drip right down your neck, when i talk ya won't forget (reach out, touch me)
you want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip to lick n *ooh* (reach out, touch me)
sit back n close your eyes, don't try to take your time, it's gonna be a night
(reach out, touch me)

[Intro: Chingy]
Ah y'all we get it right herre this the remix
Trackstars, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do)
Disturbing Tha Peace, So So Def, Chingy, J.D
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Let's do it

[Chorus: Chingy]
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
(Down ya hairr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre
(Make me starre)

[Verse 1: Chingy]
Girl why you dat right thurr
She so bad I'm constantly getting calls from da mayorr
I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo' thurr curr
Her man defendin' her like a lawyer so bewarre
So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty that ain't fairr
I wanna bet she got da bomb like a terrrorist
She wit it I'll hit it though but I ain't thinking 'bout marrriage
I love these honeys might as well call me Papa Bearrr
Girl you know you looking good, good
Ah don't I know you from da hood, hood
You say you wouldn't when you would, would
Now take it off you know you should,
should, now twist around fo me!

[Chorus x2: Chingy]
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
(Down ya hairr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre
(Make me starre)

[Verse 2: Trina]
Miss Trina make the ballas wanna starre
(Wanna starre)
House 'a naughty boots lined with the furr (Furr)
Walk with a switch pull it over make it twerk
I'ma flirt 'til it hurt in a throwback skirt
I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez
Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade
Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls
Lil' mama rockin strings and Chanel Pearls
Im back for my crown fake bitches bow down
This the remix what you wanna do now?
I know u like the way we do this over herre
Get loose in da club like we just don't carre
(Don't carre)

[Chorus x2: Chingy]
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
(Down ya hairr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre
(Make me starre)

[Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri]
I'm from the city wherre they do that right thurr the most
Out-a-towners come around and straight over dose
Where the hips sing to ya and swing like, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP
Like you done walked into a B2K concert mannn
Back out legs showin talkin like mann
Who got the drink and where the party at tonight damn
That's when they start that backing it up on ya homie and
That's a feelin' you just can't fight
We fired up off that Hypnotic and Hennessey
She can't keep her motherfuckin' hands off me
We both in the club high bouncing to the beat
When she turn around this is what I told her

[Chorus x2: Chingy]
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
(Down ya hairr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre
(Make me starre)

[Outro: Chingy]
I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh)
I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh)
Trackstars, ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do
I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah)
I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do

yo, this is some more of the bitch that has her comedy game on lock.
this is the mother fuckin roll call so listen up.
all the ladies, nubian queens,
black princesses, african godesses, choir girls, young girls, models,
skeezers, bitches, hoes, players, dikes, divas, house wives, gold diggers,
sex chasers, cum guzzlers, chicken heads, crack heads, baller bitches,
shake dancers, and boosters.
say what you want, we're all one in the same.
no matter what they call you, or you call yourself.
theres only 3 rules in this game:
keep your nappy-ass hair done, do your mother fucking sit-ups,
and whenever you lay on your back, make sure your paper is stacked.
and with all that said and done, diamond princess,
take this shit to another level.

[Girl Talking:]
Hello to all my niggas and bitches
Welcome to Digglers Wild World of Girls
I'm sitting here with the Baddest Bitch (Thats Right)
So Trina tell us a little something about yourself

[Trina]
Hustla I'm the queen of this south shit
Tight with a cute face that's what I'm bout bitch
Sexy, specialize in filet show
All about my pesos
Never was a fake hoe
Shot shore throw throw the cock like a flame thrower
In the mouth of a cock blower
Just a diva
Mack momma looking for them ends
Traded in the Lex for a G-5 Benz
Touring on the road getting stacks
20 grand karats for the show no tax
Bell-V is what I'm pourin on them hatas
Blinding with the lock no imitaders
Broke ass niggas getting on my nerves
Get sliced, diced, chopped, and served
Ask am I off the chain
I won't lie
But I don't want your man boo fuck that guy Uh

[Girl Talking:]
Oh OK Allright
I see how y'all be getting down in the MIA
But Trina what I really wanna know is
how would you get with a nigga who live with a bitch

[Trina]
Wait... for his bitch to live
Ms. Trina gotta trick up her sleeve
Open up the door I walk straight in the house
Put your man down and put my cock in his mouth (Damn)
I need a heavyweight like Georgy Foreman
To work my ocean like the Long Shoreman
I'm real successful
I live off interests
So get it right bitch I'm the Diamond Princess
Banking and its all for the cause
(Hey Trina would you suck a nigga dick)
Bitch hell naw
And fuck what a bitch tell yall
Stay the fuck outta mine hoe and go get a job Ugh

[Girl Talking:]
Damn girl
You wild as fuck
But what I really wanna know is
How you set a motherfucker up...

[Trina]
See a nigga pumpin gas
Don't look
Get out your car slow drop your book
Sell em' with your name and your freak out game
And show a lil' shot of ass just to get in his brain
Tell em what he wanna hear
Calm and slow
"You want this ass"
Come on let's go
Call my dawgs at the hotel
Let em' know I'm coming
Bring em' upstairs and leave the car running
Get em' in the room don't be scared
Go in broke come out with bread
That's what a nigga get
Playing with that cheese
Fun for a freaking
Watch ya get skeeze
Out the door
Real quick
Then out come my dawgs with the K's and shit
Thinking with your dick man that ain't nothing
(Trina one more thing)
Naw no more questions

[Girl Talking:]
See now that's what I'm talking 'bout
We need more real motherfucking bitches representing real shit
You heard it live from the baddest bitch
Reporting live this is Ki Ki
From Digglers Wild World of Girls
C-Ya

Mamma!!
Man, keep dat kid quiet, damn!
Nerise, sit yo ass down!
What you want bwoy?
I want Mamma!
(laughing)
Oh, sh** man, its daddy.
Girl open this god damn door!
Why your ass gotta latch on this door? Open this god damn door!
Yo daddy whatup, huh?!
Open this god damn door!!!
Wha wha, someone in your house my nigga?!
Yeah my nigga, someone in my god damn house!
Damn!
Jus' go out there
Wha, wha?! bitch i aint goin out there man!
he crazy he aint gonna do nuthin jus go out there
Hey what you doin' in my house my nigga?
i.. I know y'all mad...
What you doin' in my god damn house, thats what I don't know!
I know you mad..
What, you come to see the lovely pictures on the wall ey yo my nigga?
No, I...
Daddy dont shoot him.. please daddy dont do nuthin..
shut up!bitch please!!!!
damn!
some nigga's never learn!

[Chorus]
Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money
Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money
It's only for all of us to get this money
Ain't no need for player haters acting funny

Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money
Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money
Trina finna show you how to get this money, right

[Verse 1]
You gotta have a J-O-B to be with me
Best believe I'm going diamond on my next LP
I stacked my game up, sexed my frame up
Bitches using my style, I'm set to change up
Unh, new year, new gray Jag
After the first album, you should hear Shay brag
I been around the world playing 2-way tag
While these wannabe Trinas out here claim bad
But guess what, I'm still the baddest
Jewels still flooded with 24 karats
OK, you know I live lavish
Chanel glass slippers in a Cinderella palace

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Unh, unh, See me on South Beach rolling the five
When I come through hoes rolling they eyes
I'm the- baddest bitch, so I'm used to that
Draped in the hot shit off the Gucci rack
I like Tiffany ice, that expensive stuff
The diamond princess draped in princess cuts
Don't be mad hoe, cause I'm that bad hoe
Pushing that pink Lamborghini Diablo
I play niggas like dummies for the fast money
You wanna holla, it's gon' cost you cash money
Slip and slide, then we stacking chips
The redbone, wonder woman with the platinum wrist

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Breakdown
Miami hot, 'Candy' flopped
I'm the new bad girl and I can't be stopped
Unh, sipping Bailey's, flossing daily
On TRL with Carson Daly
Dressed to chill, icy, extra chill
Touch of class, bad with the sex appeal
Flawless baby, female ballers baby
Stay diggin' in them millionaires wallets baby
Tored up, Christian Dior'd up
Cases of that Cris, gettin poured up
Got it sewed up, like stitches
Reppin' for my bad bitches, stackin' riches
I shine, baby cause the game is mine
I'm on top of the charts, no room to climb
And when I say I'm the baddest, I'm mean it
Me and this cash, can't nothing come between this

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Chorus 1 - 1/2]
are you waiting
waiting for something that's wrong
are you waiting
you know sometimes a girl must move along

[Verse 1]
As I vibe with the music, I just think about the times
I came in after a day and at times
Climbed in the same bed wished my man was lyin
He questioned me "I'm I defying (no)," I was lyin
He was a real good man, he worked and all
I wanted a hustle, so I can hurt them all (shit)
I coulda made love, but I wanted to be fucked
He had a lot to offer it just wasn't enough
I like da candle-coated 'lac (uh huh) the niggaz smokin sacks (i like da thugs)
The football games, fortunate fame
And more importantly, I wanted me a name
The je-wells, the crew-es, the cell
No more projects, the foolish gets well (I'm tired of dat shit)
The (?) weed from Pre-me's on poken beans
And me, I'm still ghetto I push ah (?) when you see me on TV
But I'm all woman, uh

(Chorus 1x)

[Verse 2]
Yall know I'm from Miami right
But, do yall really know what Miami like
Miami life
Da fast pace, the comfy cash chase
Da clothes, cars, ohhh God
Niggaz sell dope get rich
Bitches sell pussy get rich, get down or don't get shit (dats right)
No options, no college, no loans
No cash, No knowledge
I'm sexy as hell you know I'm gon profit
And trust me, my skills are well polished
I chat niggaz down pat niggaz down
Set him up right if he dat big a clown
I had to, well I didn't have to
But, what about me (sshhiitt) I had to have to
I wanted a Rolly a million dat'll hold me
Lock a access for Colby you know me (uh)

(Chorus 1x)

[Verse 3]
I'm da same woman, Mercedes or the Civic
Fuck the Cris, I just give it how I get it
I'm the spokesperson 4 ev'ry sista who soul seachin
Still strollin these clubs with no purpose
Stay in the mall and won't purchase
Straight boostin
Bad checks or they leasin they mouth
Robbers put a piece in their mouth
For whatcha man keep in their house
They pull gats for stacks tall as Shaq
You chickens don't know me well
I'm not impressed witcha Findi purses and ponytails
Always surface with your phony tails
When you need to be in school all day on a chase
I'm goin to work supported you and ur place
Or with a athletic wit a cool one in the safe
Why suck dick to keep food on the place
I stay in baked potatoes take the payload

(Chorus 2x)

It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong

now see i told y'all this wasnt gonna be nothing nice and i know some of y'all
wasnt really payin attention so do me a favor and rewind this shit and play it
again and if you listenin to this on a casette instead of a cd you're game is
reaaaallllly fucked up!

yo, this is some more of the bitch that has her comedy game on lock.
this is the mother fuckin roll call so listen up.
all the ladies, nubian queens,
black princesses, african godesses, choir girls, young girls, models,
skeezers, bitches, hoes, players, dikes, divas, house wives, gold diggers,
sex chasers, cum guzzlers, chicken heads, crack heads, baller bitches,
shake dancers, and boosters.
say what you want, we're all one in the same.
no matter what they call you, or you call yourself.
theres only 3 rules in this game:
keep your nappy-ass hair done, do your mother fucking sit-ups,
and whenever you lay on your back, make sure your paper is stacked.
and with all that said and done, diamond princess,
take this shit to another level.

[Girl Talking:]
Hello to all my niggas and bitches
Welcome to Digglers Wild World of Girls
I'm sitting here with the Baddest Bitch (Thats Right)
So Trina tell us a little something about yourself

[Trina]
Hustla I'm the queen of this south shit
Tight with a cute face that's what I'm bout bitch
Sexy, specialize in filet show
All about my pesos
Never was a fake hoe
Shot shore throw throw the cock like a flame thrower
In the mouth of a cock blower
Just a diva
Mack momma looking for them ends
Traded in the Lex for a G-5 Benz
Touring on the road getting stacks
20 grand karats for the show no tax
Bell-V is what I'm pourin on them hatas
Blinding with the lock no imitaders
Broke ass niggas getting on my nerves
Get sliced, diced, chopped, and served
Ask am I off the chain
I won't lie
But I don't want your man boo fuck that guy Uh

[Girl Talking:]
Oh OK Allright
I see how y'all be getting down in the MIA
But Trina what I really wanna know is
how would you get with a nigga who live with a bitch

[Trina]
Wait... for his bitch to live
Ms. Trina gotta trick up her sleeve
Open up the door I walk straight in the house
Put your man down and put my cock in his mouth (Damn)
I need a heavyweight like Georgy Foreman
To work my ocean like the Long Shoreman
I'm real successful
I live off interests
So get it right bitch I'm the Diamond Princess
Banking and its all for the cause
(Hey Trina would you suck a nigga dick)
Bitch hell naw
And fuck what a bitch tell yall
Stay the fuck outta mine hoe and go get a job Ugh

[Girl Talking:]
Damn girl
You wild as fuck
But what I really wanna know is
How you set a motherfucker up...

[Trina]
See a nigga pumpin gas
Don't look
Get out your car slow drop your book
Sell em' with your name and your freak out game
And show a lil' shot of ass just to get in his brain
Tell em what he wanna hear
Calm and slow
"You want this ass"
Come on let's go
Call my dawgs at the hotel
Let em' know I'm coming
Bring em' upstairs and leave the car running
Get em' in the room don't be scared
Go in broke come out with bread
That's what a nigga get
Playing with that cheese
Fun for a freaking
Watch ya get skeeze
Out the door
Real quick
Then out come my dawgs with the K's and shit
Thinking with your dick man that ain't nothing
(Trina one more thing)
Naw no more questions

[Girl Talking:]
See now that's what I'm talking 'bout
We need more real motherfucking bitches representing real shit
You heard it live from the baddest bitch
Reporting live this is Ki Ki
From Digglers Wild World of Girls
C-Ya

Mamma!!
Man, keep dat kid quiet, damn!
Nerise, sit yo ass down!
What you want bwoy?
I want Mamma!
(laughing)
Oh, sh** man, its daddy.
Girl open this god damn door!
Why your ass gotta latch on this door? Open this god damn door!
Yo daddy whatup, huh?!
Open this god damn door!!!
Wha wha, someone in your house my nigga?!
Yeah my nigga, someone in my god damn house!
Damn!
Jus' go out there
Wha, wha?! bitch i aint goin out there man!
he crazy he aint gonna do nuthin jus go out there
Hey what you doin' in my house my nigga?
i.. I know y'all mad...
What you doin' in my god damn house, thats what I don't know!
I know you mad..
What, you come to see the lovely pictures on the wall ey yo my nigga?
No, I...
Daddy dont shoot him.. please daddy dont do nuthin..
shut up!bitch please!!!!
damn!
some nigga's never learn!

[Chorus]
Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money
Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money
It's only for all of us to get this money
Ain't no need for player haters acting funny

Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money
Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money
Trina finna show you how to get this money, right

[Verse 1]
You gotta have a J-O-B to be with me
Best believe I'm going diamond on my next LP
I stacked my game up, sexed my frame up
Bitches using my style, I'm set to change up
Unh, new year, new gray Jag
After the first album, you should hear Shay brag
I been around the world playing 2-way tag
While these wannabe Trinas out here claim bad
But guess what, I'm still the baddest
Jewels still flooded with 24 karats
OK, you know I live lavish
Chanel glass slippers in a Cinderella palace

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Unh, unh, See me on South Beach rolling the five
When I come through hoes rolling they eyes
I'm the- baddest bitch, so I'm used to that
Draped in the hot shit off the Gucci rack
I like Tiffany ice, that expensive stuff
The diamond princess draped in princess cuts
Don't be mad hoe, cause I'm that bad hoe
Pushing that pink Lamborghini Diablo
I play niggas like dummies for the fast money
You wanna holla, it's gon' cost you cash money
Slip and slide, then we stacking chips
The redbone, wonder woman with the platinum wrist

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Breakdown
Miami hot, 'Candy' flopped
I'm the new bad girl and I can't be stopped
Unh, sipping Bailey's, flossing daily
On TRL with Carson Daly
Dressed to chill, icy, extra chill
Touch of class, bad with the sex appeal
Flawless baby, female ballers baby
Stay diggin' in them millionaires wallets baby
Tored up, Christian Dior'd up
Cases of that Cris, gettin poured up
Got it sewed up, like stitches
Reppin' for my bad bitches, stackin' riches
I shine, baby cause the game is mine
I'm on top of the charts, no room to climb
And when I say I'm the baddest, I'm mean it
Me and this cash, can't nothing come between this

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Chorus 1 - 1/2]
are you waiting
waiting for something that's wrong
are you waiting
you know sometimes a girl must move along

[Verse 1]
As I vibe with the music, I just think about the times
I came in after a day and at times
Climbed in the same bed wished my man was lyin
He questioned me "I'm I defying (no)," I was lyin
He was a real good man, he worked and all
I wanted a hustle, so I can hurt them all (shit)
I coulda made love, but I wanted to be fucked
He had a lot to offer it just wasn't enough
I like da candle-coated 'lac (uh huh) the niggaz smokin sacks (i like da thugs)
The football games, fortunate fame
And more importantly, I wanted me a name
The je-wells, the crew-es, the cell
No more projects, the foolish gets well (I'm tired of dat shit)
The (?) weed from Pre-me's on poken beans
And me, I'm still ghetto I push ah (?) when you see me on TV
But I'm all woman, uh

(Chorus 1x)

[Verse 2]
Yall know I'm from Miami right
But, do yall really know what Miami like
Miami life
Da fast pace, the comfy cash chase
Da clothes, cars, ohhh God
Niggaz sell dope get rich
Bitches sell pussy get rich, get down or don't get shit (dats right)
No options, no college, no loans
No cash, No knowledge
I'm sexy as hell you know I'm gon profit
And trust me, my skills are well polished
I chat niggaz down pat niggaz down
Set him up right if he dat big a clown
I had to, well I didn't have to
But, what about me (sshhiitt) I had to have to
I wanted a Rolly a million dat'll hold me
Lock a access for Colby you know me (uh)

(Chorus 1x)

[Verse 3]
I'm da same woman, Mercedes or the Civic
Fuck the Cris, I just give it how I get it
I'm the spokesperson 4 ev'ry sista who soul seachin
Still strollin these clubs with no purpose
Stay in the mall and won't purchase
Straight boostin
Bad checks or they leasin they mouth
Robbers put a piece in their mouth
For whatcha man keep in their house
They pull gats for stacks tall as Shaq
You chickens don't know me well
I'm not impressed witcha Findi purses and ponytails
Always surface with your phony tails
When you need to be in school all day on a chase
I'm goin to work supported you and ur place
Or with a athletic wit a cool one in the safe
Why suck dick to keep food on the place
I stay in baked potatoes take the payload

(Chorus 2x)

It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong

now see i told y'all this wasnt gonna be nothing nice and i know some of y'all
wasnt really payin attention so do me a favor and rewind this shit and play it
again and if you listenin to this on a casette instead of a cd you're game is
reaaaallllly fucked up!

yep (trina)
g's up (lil scarppy)
im back (trina)
trina trina (lil scrappy)
that's right (trina)
i done stepped my game up and sexed my frame up (trina)

shake the shake wit it (3x)
dont be fake wit it
shake the shake wit it (3x)
dont be fake wit it

shake it

(verse 1:)
titties sit right ass sits better
im mean in a thong behind its wooden leather
you can catch me at south beach in a drop top careta
im in the middle of somebodys dance floor like whatever
drop!
i keep it hood for you baby cause on the down low mama knows what good for you baby
whats good for me baby (lil scrappy)
open a bottle of henny for ya me in a mini for ya show you some luv
that's if i got any for ya
i can it make from the dollars to the pennies for ya back tha tha back it up then i bend it for ya
but i dont come cheap so
you got to break trina off if you really want the right young freak
pussy good couple pumps skeet skeet
but first i need that new bentley it should be a crime being this fine and i get what i want when i let him see it from behind.

(chorus:)
want me to do my little dance for ya (2x)
okay k k k (lil scrappy)
want me to do my little dance for ya
make it clap like my hands for ya
okay k k k (lil scrappy)
want me to do my little dance for ya (2x)
okay k k k (lil scrappy)
want me to do my little dance for ya
make it clap like my hands for ya
shake it shake it (lil scrappy)

(verse 2:)
hair stay fixed nails stay fixed keep niggas hotter than project bricks
paparazzi want to know if im gay when im the reason why shaq came to m-i-a drop like its slow your old man would have fainted on me maybe because the jeans look like it was painted on me and my shoe game oh so vicious im what your taste buds need cause im so delicious
diamond princess how you forget this slip and slide records and the hood be my witness
im the baddest ting walking the block and you the saddest thing stalking the cop
im miss 305 butter pecan thighs pretty brown eyes in the 745 if you can keep up with me im the diamond mommy drinking from a gold bottle grown women say im they role model
swallow that!

(chorus:)
want me to do my little dance for ya (2x)
okay k k k (lil scrappy)
want me to do my little dance for ya
make it clap like my hands for ya
okay k k k (lil scrappy)
want me to do my little dance for ya (2x)
okay k k k (lil scrappy)
want me to do my little dance for ya
make it clap like my hands for ya
shake it shake it (lil scrappy)

(verse 3:)
now wear my real bitches at that be taking it off and keep them playas straight breakin them off thats how you do that there and trina wont lie to ya and sugar coat it and its fly to ya its like smokin on tha crip lightin up a dip poppin one and puttin some of me up on your lips on your lips and aint no better high than me baby call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky with baby
purses and shoes by louie, gucci all from the pretty face and ghetto booty what you want baby for me and to you do a porn and tell you to beat till the morn baby im extra sexual and intellectual could to us both just so professional and i could wobble on it and take my phone calls like you cant bother me on it
uh!

(chorus:)
want me to do my little dance for ya (2x)
okay k k k (lil scrappy)
want me to do my little dance for ya
make it clap like my hands for ya
okay k k k (lil scrappy)
want me to do my little dance for ya (2x)
okay k k k (lil scrappy)
want me to do my little dance for ya
make it clap like my hands for ya
shake it shake it (lil scrappy)

shake the shake wit it (3x)
dont be fake wit it
shake the shake wit it (3x)
dont be fake wit it
shake the shake wit it (3x)
dont be fake wit it
shake the shake wit it (3x)
dont be fake wit it

i keep it hood for you baby cause on the down low mama knows what good for you baby (2x)

and aint no better high than me baby call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky wit me baby (2x)

Intro: Trina & Kelly Rowland Adlibs

Look
I aint got nothin ta say to you
I cant even believe you
You know what
Im too fly for this shit
You playin yourself


Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
(I cant take this no more)
No No No

Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
I aint tryna hear it
(Not this time)


Look nigga
Whatchu think this is?
You treat me like a random chick
You done forgot who introduced you to rocks
And poppin all that cris an shit
Who letchu hit it from tha back
Anyway that chu like
And any debts i can pay tha price
I thought i was a chick you would make your wife
And now a bitch cant even stay tha night (You wack)
I cant even look in ya face
Witout wantin ta slap you
Damn i thank God i aint get that tatoo
You betta thank God i aint have tha strap boo
You aint even worth that trick get at chu
Matta fact
Trick get at dude
Im da best
Aint got shit ta ask you
And tell tha trifflin bitch
She can have you
I aint lookin atchu no more
Im lookin past you

Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
(I cant take this no more)
No No No

Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
I aint tryna hear it
(Not this time)


When ma girl came through wit tha news
All i did was think about me and you like damn (Damn)
What a chick gotta do to get wit a real nigga
That know how to stay true like man (Man)
No more quarter ta eights
You betta hop on a bus or a cab
I shed so many tears
Cant believe how many years
Tha baddest bitch put up witch yo dusty ass (Yeah)
Now you know that im tha queen of Miami (Uh huh)
All that loud talkin, lying
Save that shit for ya man (Ha..Ha)
Sounds like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (talk too much)
Im like uh huh, okay, wassup, shut up


Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
(I cant take this no more)
No more No more

Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
I aint tryna hear it
(Not this time)

Now all my ladies say (Ohh Ohh)
If you feel me say (Ohh Ohh )
If you cant take no more say
No no no (no no no)
No no no (Ohh)

Here we go (Here we go)
Here we go again (Go again)
Now you tellin me (Yeah yeah)
That she is just a friend (Say shes just a friend)
And why shes callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
(I cant take this no more)


Thats why im packin up my jewels
Grabbin up my furs
Ill be back for all my shoes and purses
Watch me bounce
In my seven fourty five
Ill be ridin out
Cause I aint tryna hear it
Not this time

Ain't nothin' to it but to do it -

Lemme holla at you baby
I know a lot of NFL players
And a lot of NBA Players
Like to holla at you, you know
But it's different holla'in at me
You know what I'm sayin?

Whatever they can give you
I can give it to you times two
But in a gangsta way
Can ya dig it?

I woke up around 10 thisa mornin'
I gave myself a stretch upa morning yawnin
Went to the bathroom to wash up
Put on my french lace panties
and my Neitche warm up

I said "Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest bitch of them all?"
There was a quick pause,
Then the mirror responded:
"You know you got it locked stop actin retarded"

Fo sho, that's why these bitches don't want beef
Cuz I flash the Rolly with the all yellow piece
Got the sunflower yellow on the fingernails
And the yellow Louis bag with the pastels

Yo I'm livin like a model off my rap sells (Why?)
Cuz niggas love the way my back swells
Plus I show my ladies how to mack males
Fuck posin for Black Tail
I'm about to sign a Playboy deal

Sexy gurl, you're my little sexy gurl
And I really love you gurl
And I really need you gurl
And I wanna love you gurl

And I wanna kiss and hug you gurl
You my little sexy gurl
And I really love you gurl
You're my little...

Close to the p-impin
Hop in the coupe with snoop go on a mission
Non stop, no intermission
Breakfast in bed
We do head in the kitchen (ooo)

Its a lovely Day
You can hang out in the pool act a fool
Or just bubble and bake
And when you get I love how
you don't talk about it
But you lovin the Dogg
that's what I like about it

MIA don't get in my way
Da baddest bitch with the play ah yay
And every day I try to get my play on
This California lifestyle help me stay on

Mm I'm choppin it up
I got the key so I'm lockin it up
Flashin, blastin em
I'm rollin with a boss bitch passin em

Sexy gurl, you're my little sexy gurl
And I really love you gurl
And I really need you gurl
And I wanna love you gurl

And I wanna kiss and hug you gurl
You my little sexy gurl
And I really love you gurl
Break it down

Uh huh
(All the sexy ladies clap to this)
That's right
(All the sexy ladies clap to this)
Come on
(Yeah all the sexy ladies clap to this)
Oh oh
Come on

Better than Fendi and Gucci
You need a little more for be to me a groupie
How bout a house down out on Sanssouci
Sittin on the deck so we can move loosely
That's just how it goes

Vera Wang from the window
panes down to the tip of my toes
And when I'm ready to leave I pull a Porsche out
Don't want no sticks or no seeds
I go to Snoop's house

Fuck a professor, I need an investor
To eat me like Hannibal Lector
And keep me in a pink Kompressor
Cuz princessa and I don't any lessa

I know a lot of NFL players
And a lot of NBA Players
Like to holla at you, you know
But it's different holla'in at me
You know what I'm sayin?
Whatever they can give you
I can give it to you times two
But in a gangsta way
Can ya dig it?

So if you got time time
Like I know you got time
Come here sexy girl and
holla at the D-O Gizzle
Fo shizzle

Sexy gurl Sexy gurl Sexy gurl -

[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen!
I was 18, and she was 25
And I was kinda fast for my age
It was the, first time, drinkin cheap wine
And then she took her place on the stage
The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it)
The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me
Ladies and gentlemen!

[Trina]
C'mon, I make my body drop, then I pussy pop
I got it nice and hot, that's what I'm talkin 'bout
I'm in that red zone, I got that head gone
You should see me in that thong th-th-thong thong
I make this ass bounce, and these titties right
And make my thighs tremble, cause that's what niggaz like
I got this thing alright, you better ask somebody
And if he ask about me, he better pack his wallet
See I'm a guy pleaser, slash don diva
Slip-N-Slide off the side yeah that's Trina
Take it to the bar, give me Grey Goose
Let me get it started, it's time to tear it loose
Catch a wall, back it up, oh excuse me!
You bitches better make a way for this booty
See I'm a cutie, yours truly
Get out the way of this motherfuckin cooly

[Mannie Fresh]
The DJ cued the record and the record went BOOM
Make a circle, give the lady some room
Shorty make her body rock, followed with the pussy pop
And everybody give her they money
The club, went, crazy (cooly's a bad mamma jamma)
The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me
Ladies and gentlemen!

[Trina]
A bad bitch in the club and she's so astoundin
I'm the star in this bitch cause they show around me
I'm the bitch who been crowned as Miss Miami
Every nigga in the club wanna get in my panties
But, if he payin it I'm layin him
And if the nigga still standin I consider him the man then
He wanna cram it and jam it
Put the pickle in the middle muh'fucker not the fanny
That access has not been granted
It's the way that I strut, make a nigga wanna fuck and
It's the lust make a nigga wanna touch
And I'm not just a ho or a slut, I'm a plus so
Where you ducks at? Where yo' bucks at?
If he ain't up in that, get the fuck back
See I done struck back just like lightning
Every nigga in this bitch wanna pipe me

[Mannie Fresh]
The man say last, go and get your alcohol
Then we dancin way in the back
Now everybody got to know, me and her 'bout to go
take it to the Cadillac
The club, went, crazy (congratulations, you got her)
The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me
Ladies and gentlemen!

[Trina]
Now he, breakin it off, and takin it off
And he, makin me wet, I'm makin it hard
And I'm, drivin his 'llac and swipin his card
And I'm, signin his checks while givin him sex, and
It's the body that they dyin to get
It's amazin how these niggaz be cryin for this
And, it's so crazy that they lyin for this
But, but you gotta get in line you dick
Now, that's the shit make these niggaz wanna holla
Look like a model, shaped like a Coke bottle
Break his bank down to his last gold dollar
I make the flo' wobble damn near a whole hour
Pussy real good, when it's from the hood
But you gotta pay, and it's understood
If I'ma give it up, you gon' give it out
Cause I love makin niggaz go down South

Aiyyo Mannie, fucks wit'chu? You crazy for this one

[Mannie Fresh]
You is a bad mamma jamma
The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it!)
The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me
Ladies and gentlemen!

Triiiiiinaaahhhhh
Ladies and gentlemen
ladies and gentlemen
Uh this is a Jazze Phizzle
produc shizzle
Oh boy
Okay alright
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Okay alright now
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump

Ohh You can ride if you want to
Get it girl you can ride if you
want to yeah
Ohh You can ride if you want to
Get it girl you can ride if you
want to yeah
Now can I ride you like a
soldier and do you
like your woman's 'sposed ya
Cause it's my party tonight
I'm tryin to cum befo' it's ovah
I'm on fire feel it burnin in
my bones Right in
20 deep and Cali playin my song
It's my birthday it's my birthday
Why did I come in this club
with no panties on
in the first place
But in the worst case scenario
I'm in the middle of the danceflo'
holla if you hear me though
Party's on nigga bring bread
Look what you drivin
baby to you got some mean head
Call me supreme red
but when I fade it call me Xrated
Hump in my back lift
my rump and then I perculate it
Okay alright
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Okay alright now
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Ay listen game recognizes game
in the club
Ladies point him out if you see a
lame in the club
Gimme 50 Crist's and a hundred Moe's
Forget a table
bring it to me on the danceflo'
I'm in this motherfucker drinkin
bout to lose my mind
Me and Oprah made a sandwich out of
Ginuwine
Yo everybody in they birthday suits
We gon' ball till we fall and
you can ride if you want to
Ain't tryin to hear 'bout what you
don't do
So put your pimp cups and
shake this booty to the ground
Keep me moanin makin funny sounds
Dirty dancin in the club
it's my birthday so what
Okay alright
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Okay alright now
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump

Ohh You can ride if you want to
Get it girl you can ride if you
want to yeah
Ohh You can ride if you want to
Get it girl you can ride if you
want to yeah

Okay alright
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and
lift your rump
Okay alright now

Uh-uh-uh-uhhh, uh-uh-uh-uhhh
Sex is what I'm talkin 'bout, sex is what I'm talkin 'bout
Ahhh..
I'm not gon-na hold on no
I ain't talkin 'bout a 70/30 (no way, no way)
Or a 60/40 (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Talkin 'bout a (50/50 when the room is empty)
(And the clothes come off, I'm doin you and you doin me)
First thangs first, Miss Trina, ducks all the lames in the game
I'm quick to put a nigga to shame
Fo' sayin my name, cause umm that'll get you nowhere
but West Bubblefuck, with a kick in yo' nuts
So if you wanna hit the guts, then you gotta play yo' cards right
Go against the odds, cut me like I'm hard white
I train bitches like Tyko
To get the dick then the money out these niggaz goin psycho
That's if you like a man, he kinda tight though (shit)
I don't give a damn, I'm tryin to get you right though (what)
Got vibes retired like David Rob
Heartthrob forever, cute and thicker than ever
Sheeeit, you know you need a chick like me
Own cars, own house, own shit like me
Uhh, see me and only me
I'm the real Queen of this shit, truly yours, "Baddest Bitch"
I'm not gon-na hold on no
I ain't talkin 'bout a 70/30 (no way, no way)
Or a 60/40 (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Talkin 'bout a (50/50 when the room is empty)
(And the clothes come off, I'm doin you and you doin me)
Uhh, you know I'm still in my prime
So, give me some lovin I could feel in my spine
And do it to me like you said you would
Talk dirty but don't hurt me, do my body good
Show me love and give me hugs, let me cop a squeeze
Burn a few trees and let you get on top of me;
strength on that D - freaky deaky in the bedroom
I'm a lady by day by night I need my legroom
Wanna let my hurr down - get a glass of Chardonnay
I don't mean to drink it fast but homey pardon me
Calm your nerves I got you shakin hyperventilatin
Lack of preperation and waitin for the penetration
Concentratin with every moment when we have relations
Sensations give me temptations, so gimme more ain't no limitation
We lovemakin in the late night
Ain't goin home 'til the daylight - so fuck me right nigga
I'm not gon-na hold on no
I ain't talkin 'bout a 70/30 (no way, no way)
Or a 60/40 (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Talkin 'bout a (50/50 when the room is empty)
(And the clothes come off, I'm doin you and you doin me)

[Intro:]
This n*gga be just callin my phone
I be like why do u call me i never gave u my number first of all
I find it rude for you to call somebody
it's like i got ya number from your people,
some people, but i was like well i didn't give you my number so you shouldn't call my phone..
Hold on 1 sec. baby... hello?

[Chorus:]
She left you all alone, so take my body home
i'm here to make ya moan (reach out, touch me)
now feel some naked sweat bet it'll drip right down your neck, when i talk ya won't forget (reach out, touch me)
you want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip to lick n *ooh* (reach out, touch me)
sit back n close your eyes, don't try to take your time, it's gonna be a night
(reach out, touch me)

[Verse 1:]
I say G's feel ya ass up, me up on a plasma, is there anything better you can ask for?
ain't nothin sweeter than a diva named trina
fresh to death like i live at the cleaners
i'm so sexy i could kiss myself
but why do it when i know that i could get some help
yo take my number, let it marinate, don't even wonder how i turned a winter's night into summer
ponder, in ya mind, this spot it 69,
i'll make sure you'll get yours now gimme mine
you know, holla at me, throw a thousand to a dolla at me
gucci, miss sixty, to some prada at me (reach out, touch me)
shower me with the finest things, diamond rings, tea cups, ?? and designer jeans
i got this call comin in, i'll hit ya back
be prepared to cross our lines that connect-picture that

[Chorus:]
She left you all alone, so take my body home
i'm here to make ya moan (reach out, touch me)
now feel some naked sweat bet it'll drip right down your neck, when i talk ya won't forget (reach out, touch me)
you want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip to lick n *ooh* (reach out, touch me)
sit back n close your eyes, don't try to take your time, it's gonna be a night
(reach out, touch me)

[Verse 2:]
Can ya hear me nanna?
ya hear me better?
good, i'm ready to seva and down for whateva
i'd slid you my digits nah, come pay a visit
your no ("man-chick"), that's just ready to handle business
Ooh my bedroom moans louder than ringtones
my sexy ninja have ya shoppin at Queen's Home
My girls told me bout your line with a 3-way
But this curious cat don't wanna go off what 'she' say
so get over to room star 67
where i block the haters and a playa get a piece of heaven
lemme know when you downstairs in mike's kitchen, it's the playgirl's suite
before i change my decision
curve insturctions no disturbance when i nurse on you
off the hook in a lawn waitin in my birthday suit
no dis when i give you my hand
im about to give the limit to plan-goddamn

[Chorus:]
She left you all alone, so take my body home
i'm here to make ya moan (reach out, touch me)
now feel some naked sweat bet it'll drip right down your neck, when i talk ya won't forget (reach out, touch me)
you want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip to lick n *ooh* (reach out, touch me)
sit back n close your eyes, don't try to take your time, it's gonna be a night
(reach out, touch me)

(*Female voice: harmonizing*)
[Intro - P. Diddy - talking] + (Loon) + [Female voice]
[Ha ha], yeah, see'mon [ha ha]
Yeah, see'mon [ha ha]
(Uh yeah), (*laughing*)
see'mon, yeah, see'mon

[*Female voice: "ha ha" is continued throughout*]
[Verse 1 - Loon] + (P. Diddy)
Haha haha ha, check out the bazaar
Chicks stay showin me love like "muahh"
Bad Boys are (that's right), quarter million car (yeah)
Loon done caked up, you rollin with a star (that's right)
A rich kid, that tote the biscuit (uh, see'mon)
With European chicks on my way to the district (yeah)
Witness I went from misfit, to givin away gifts to kids on Christmas (let's go)
"What you a thug", never that you wrong (what? uh uh)
The smoothest gangsta to ever make a song (that's right)
Won't take long (uh), that's why my cake long
And through all the pain, I remain to stay strong (uh huh)
Most dudes but get they save-ons (what?)
See the nigga Loon, want to get they blaze on (that's right)
Play on, get tapped like sagon (uh)
Cause nigga Loon been a Bad Boy since day one (yeah, let's go)

[Chorus - Trina] + (P. Diddy) - w/ ad libs
I just want to roll with you daddy (do what you like)
Serious, can I go with you daddy (do what you like)
I just want to be a bad girl (do what you like)
I just want to make ya toes curl (do what you like)
Now can my friends come with me (do what you like)
You know Monica and Nikki (do what you like)
I just want to be on ya team (do what you like)
I just want to make you scream (do what you like)

[Verse 2 - Loon] + (P. Diddy)
Yo I testify, I can't lie I respect ya mental
But it's not that detrimental (that's right)
Sex is simple (c'mon) and Loon get enough of it (that's right)
Chicks I hit leave my room and be lovin it (*laughing*)
Dro keep puffin it (yeah), got chicks that Puff'll hit
So sit back, realize who you fuckin with (that's right)
A true player, mack nigga with mood (c'mon)
Loon been gettin stacks way back since the ruler (woo)
Rick the ruler (yeah), ice game was cooler (uh)
Caked up before "Jacob was the jeweler" (*laughing*, yeah)
Ma these other dudes'll fool ya
Have you in back seat, givin nigga medulla
What you need is a old schooler
That'll show you the game, like Don Shula (fo sho)
Young Marcus, young, pretty and heartless (I see you)
Niggaz could talk shit, I run with Diddy regardless (that's right)

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs
[Verse 3 - Loon] + (P. Diddy)
Yo what's the word, Loon lookin for bird (uh)
Just heard the words, I'm comin 'round the curb (woo)
It's absurb, this nigga draggin the fur (yeah)
And on top of that, "yo who the fuck is her?" (who that)
Bodacious, type make sexy faces (c'mon), plus likes sexy places (uh uh)
Kinky spots, like a bikini to pop (yeah)
Rough sex, make it steamy and hot (ha ha)
I can't lie, Bad Boy be ballin (that's right)
Rollin with this shit, dog they keep callin (keep callin)
What's wrong with that, nigga you got a jack
Every five minutes flat, ringin off the rack (*phone ringing noise*)
You sling crack?, nah nigga I rap (never)
Been eight years since a nigga done did that (c'mon)
Oh that's phat, and I appreciate that
But you worst then them hoes dog, so please fall back

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs

[Outro - P. Diddy - talking]
Do what you like
You can do whatever you want to do girl
It's alright with me, yeah (*fade*)

Yeah Man What's Going on Man It's really really pimpin' up in here man
I know you ain't seen pimpin' in a long time man I've been MIA
You know what I'm sayin' missin in action I ain't been on no milk carton box
but I've been milking and boxing these bitches
cuz they got to step they game up you know what I mean

[Chorus]
What you lookin' at (step yo game up!)
What you waitin' for (step yo game up!)
Go on come on in the door (step yo game up!)
Drop it to the floor and just (step yo game up!)
You a kid (step yo game up!)
You drink gin (step yo game up!)
Is that your friend (step yo game up!)
Tell a nigga you with you better (step yo game up!)

[Lil John]

[x2] Break it down bitch, let me see you back it up
drop that ass down low then pick that motherfucker up

[x4] Back that pussy tease a motherfucker

[x2] Rub that shit it's yours bitch, grab his dick it's yours bitch

[x2] Now turn around bitch, put that ass on a nigga, grind on his dick make it get a little
bigger

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Bitch wanna act like she ain't never been with fast lane pimpin' on em
Nails with the french tip potato chip yup with a french dip say she wanna french kiss all on my diz-nick
It's cool, go on and break fool if you have to, what which you won't do, bitch I'ma slap you
Stay in line ho it's a pimp affair, if you down to get low I can take you there
But you can't fake once you hit the gate, shake till it ache, work that birthday cake
You say you wanna make it ho, well quit bullshittin' and get naked ho
Now you always got to be hot and vicious, so move them biscuits and hit them tricks bitch
Now you got about a minute to fix this cuz I'm trying to find a bitch that's bootylicious

[Chorus]

[Trina]
P-U-S-S-Y, run a world, I'm the girl in the flesh ah
Lookin' for a nigga that will suck me like a blow pop
Run that dick to the door, do me baby don't stop
Same nigga talkin' all that shit
Just a little bitch, little balls, little dick
Let me show you how to work your tongue like a hurricane
We ain't here to play no games, baby give me everything
I know you like me when I drop it down low
Show it from the back, look back, let it roll
Drop it to the floor like a g-bitch supposed to
Shake it shake it shake it make a nigga go postal
But that's for fucking with a miami girl (?)
Get your man, take his money, and then buy the world
So nigga don't front, cuz fat wallets and big dicks is all I want

For my bitchs, bad bitchs





Fuck dem hoes





Fuck dem niggas





Fuck you too hoe




Fuck you nigga




I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem

I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem

Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

And if you with me

Then you's a balla'!

I demand respect for my bitchs dem

Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem

And if you with me

Then you's a balla'!



They wanna know why niggas like me (like me)

Talkin' bout bitchs in the street

Walk a rock about bitchs don't speak if I say "Hi"

I try to fuck ya

Knowin' damn well you a young dick sucka'

Half dead

Half women, half men

Gay as fuck

Lookin' all toe-up

Like you just had woke up

Mouth smellin' like ass, dick, shit, and through up

Hold up

And this is for my niggas dem

About them raga-dee bitchs cuz I'm sick of them

Home-hoes like Trina going to save your ass

But you a grown ass women bitch baze your ass!





I demand respect for my bitchs dem

Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem

And if you with me



Then you's a balla'!

I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem

I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem

Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

And if you with me



Then you's a balla'!




You gots no bucks?

You gets no fuck

You better find you a foot dragon slow mutt

You got big bucks?

You like the trick bucks?

You lookin' for a quick nut and a dick suck?

Nigga please

I been touchin' dem Bees

And I aint stuck on my knees

For no couple of Gz

This game aint nothin' to me

Got niggas stuntin' for me

From the N.Y.C to the Florida keys cuz

Lil' momma I'm real one

Pussy worth a trillion

Pull them V's out nigga stop pillion

Now you still wanna fuck I don't think so

I aint no corduroy bitch I'm a mink coat



I demand respect for my bitchs dem

Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem

And if you with me



Then you's a balla'!

I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem

I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem

Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

And if you with me



Then you's a balla'!




Ah! You wanna cheap fuck

Find a cheap hoe for that

You got 10 Gz it takes much more for that

You got 30 grand add 15

I'll pull out the handcuffs and the wiped cream

Cherry's and strawberries we could do big things

Pull the camera out play it on the big screen

Lick your lips you know this pussy taste real great

The realist one, I'm tryin to get it like Kim Gates




Can't no bitch come between me, my flow, my clique

Hoes we pimps we aint pimpin' dicks

And after we fuck you ganna remember this

Wants some up, bling, bald head bitch

I be damned if I pimp ya'll hoes

I'll damage ya'll scandales ass, amateur ass hoes

One pound of cock and one genseen

A fifth of Gen, and bitch and let the beatin begin

I'm your daddy hoe

And bitch I drive a Chevey not a caddie hoe

The king dig-a-ling that is

You cheap bragin' about the head

I wanna see how mean that is



I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem

I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem

Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

And if you with me

Then you's a balla'!

I demand respect for my bitchs dem

Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem

And if you with me

Then you's a balla'!




Roc-A-Fella!

Fresh out!

My nigga Gene!

Domings!

My nigga Damarco!

[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening
to the sounds of swiss beats.
We got cassidy in here.
Kels! We in our throwbacks.
This is for the ladies,
we got room keys.

[Chorus (R Kelly):]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel,
baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.

So if you wanna come to my hotel,
all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party,
checkin' out 6 in the mornin',
6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin',
6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin'
checkin' out 6 in the mornin',
6 in the mornin'

[Cassidy:]
I'm staying in the hotel, not the
motel or the holi-day inn.
If that girl don't participate,
well then I'ma take her friend.
Well if, mami is with it then, mami can
give it then, mami a rider,
I'ma, slide up beside her.
I got a suite, you can creep on through,
I know you tryin' to get your freak on too,
I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that
(lady), hit the mall for that (lady),
keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye
on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies),
pop bub' for them (ladies),
I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah!

[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby
I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel,
all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party,
checkin' out 6 in the mornin'

[Cassidy:]
We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel
with the kid Cass-idy.
Girl if you man start actin' up,
ask for him or ask for me.
'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin,
but you know what'll happen,
we be under the covers,
makin' love to each other.
I got a double bed, one's to sleep on,
other one's to get my freak on,
(ladies) it's all for them (ladies).
Yeah I ball for that (ladies),
hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep
it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them,
(ladies) hot tub for them,
(ladies) pop bub' for them,
(ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah!

[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel,
baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you
carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel,
all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party,
checkin' out 6 in the mornin'

[Cassidy:]
We goin' Chi-town steppin' out,
to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out,
'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks
I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do
the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly.

[R Kelly:]
It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come
with me, and fulfill your fantasy,
baby in my hotel suite.
And it's ok, if you wanna party
night 'til day, I will do anything you say.
Just come to my hotel.

[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel,
baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel,
all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party,
checkin' out 6 in the mornin'

[Call out:]
You've just heard, a classic,
featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy,
Swiss beats the monster (yes i am)
Full service the label,
Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family.
This one's for the ladies y'all.
The baby, believe it! Get your hands up!
It's over.

Stop, now let me see your booty drop



If you think your impressin' us with your ice and your dub

Poppin' bottles in the club, get your money up

'Cause I ain't your average girl, I've been all around the world

With your boy wanna wow me, get your money up



Get your money up boy, get your money up

I wanna see somethin' bigger than a Hummer truck

Get your money up boy, get your money up

You gotta throw somethin' bigger than a hundred bucks



Now slide, slide one of them black cards

If you got it then show me how you're gettin' it

Diamonds a girl's best friend, you can provide them

Might even have to fool while your hittin' it



When you see me in my days blow a whole lot of change

Tell your boy don't get jealous, get your money up

And if you don't like us, there's nothin' to discuss

We don't even give a fuck, get your money up



Get your money up, get your money up

Stop playin' with yourself, get your money up

Get your money up, get your money up

(Stop, now let me see your booty drop)



If you're tearin' the bar down with all the fly woman

And still livin' with your momma, get your money up

Ridin' big whips, can take care of your kids

Why you lookin' at me? Get your money up



When I'm up in the club, you know how we roll

Them bottles pop, nonstop

You up in Hollywood, you know how we roll

Stop, now let me see your booty drop



Get your what I'm talkin' about, I don't wanna hear your mouth

You need to put some money down, or get your money up

Why you invadin' my space? Why you get up in my face?

I ain't got nothin' to say but get your money up



Get your money up boy, get your money up

Know you wanna see somethin' better than them autobus

Get your money up boy, get your money up

You know my bottle cost more than a hundred bucks



Get your money up, get your money up

(Stop playin' with yourself)

Get your money up

Get your money up, get your money up

(Stop, now let me see your booty drop)



Okay now slide, slide one of them black cards

If you got it then show me how you're gettin' it

Diamonds a girl's best friend, if you can provide them

I might even have to fool while you're hittin' it



Now grind, grind get yourself some big money

And don't forget about me when you're spittin' it

But if you ain't gon' pay don't be screamin' out hey girl

(Wait, now let me see your booty drop)



Now slide, slide one of them black cards

Make the Pacific ocean be part of my backyard

If you ain't gon' pay, don't be screamin' out hey

I'm an independent honey, I get money all day



Now slide to your bank account, all the cash throw it out

If you ain't yellin' diamonds and dollars, I gotta walk it out

Know what I'm talkin' about? You steppin' to the baddest

Got millionaires standin in line wishin they had this



Take me to Paris, buy 100 carrots, Christian Louboutin boots

Bags and more carrots, you on average, or at least the wrong section

My girl need some checks so he headin in our direction



Get your money up, get your money up

(Stop playin' with yourself)

Get your money up, get your money up

Get your money up

(Stop, now let me see your booty drop)



I know that's right, Keri, your girl KC, and Trina

They gon' hate on this one right here, let's go

Now get your money up, get your money up

Get your money up, we don't like them broke boys

We don't like them broke boys

[Chorus: Tweet]
No Panties comin' off
My love is gonna cost
Cuz aint no way that you gone get up in this for free

[Missy Elliott]
NEW TRINA!!!!

[Verse 1: Trina]
Look boo, what the deals?
You got my cash, so you stick it in here?
I know you be packin' the steel
But I cant suck ya dick and get my lipstick smeared
Fuck nigga dont be grabbin' my braids
You got some cash? Then I'm easily persuaded
Taste ass these un-sauteed
See I be cummin' all night & all day
Uh Miss Trina, sim seema
Fuck a beamer
Got me benz and some rims
Tinted windows and some tens
I'll tell you time again
I'm fine enough to fuck your mans
Looky here Slim
I swerve to South Beach let me speak
'Fore you fuck me you gone treat?
And put some Santinees' on my feet
Take me to the beach
Now crawl up in my wall real deep... OWW

[Chorus: Tweet]

[Missy Elliott]
NEW TRINA!!!!

[Verse 2: Trina]
Bitch you ain't gotta like me
Oh you his wifey? I think ya man like me
He had me in the car with his hands on my bra
Breathin in my face sayin (TRI - NA!!) OWW!!
I aint tryin to disrespect
Im just tryin to keep ya in check
See I aint done yet
Shit - I'm the type of bitch
Break up happy homes like Trick
Slow mo - easy Joe ya so and so
I'm a super woman ask Mo (u know)
The way I ride wood,
Super good too good
And if your man won't you're daddy would,
Bitch understood Slip N Slide - Miss Trina
Did sold out the arena
I'm a dead ringer
Three fingers, dig deeper
All up in my gut nigga what?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Trina]
Hey nigga whats the word?
Watch my hips dont you like these curves?
I want a crib in the deep suburbs
Two dogs and a mockingbird
Versace spread on my waterbed
Now give me some head!!! (OOOH!!)
Give me some head!!! (OOOH!!!)
Miss Trina like to skits on red
and I'm the first to say it
I'm the baddest bitch OW!

[Chorus]

[Missy Elliott]
NEW TRINA!!!!

[Trina]
I'm the baddest bitch OW!

[Chorus:QWOTE]
I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss girl
Tonight I just wanna make, make love girl
I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss girl
Tonight can we just make, make love girl
Love Love Love Love Love Love
Love Love Love Love Love Love
Tonight can we just make
Love Love Love Love Love
Love Love Love Love Love
Tonight can we just make
LOVE

[Verse 1:QWOTE]
Lately (lately), We've been going through it baby (baby)
Slammin' doors and yellin' like crazy (crazy)
Costin' each other out everyday (everyday), everynight (everynight)
Girl I (girl I), Just wanna put it all aside (aside)
And focus on your body tonight (tonight)
Kiss you on your lips while I stroke your head gently
Let's try to flip the script tonight

[Hook:QWOTE]
Cause I just wanna chill
Girl I wanna feel your body next to mine (to mine, to mine)
Don't wanna scream, girl can we please hold each other tight (all night)

[Chorus:QWOTE]
I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss girl
Tonight I just wanna make, love girl
I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss girl
Tonight can we just make, love girl
Love Love Love Love Love Love
Love Love Love Love Love Love
Tonight can we just make
Love Love Love Love Love
Love Love Love Love Love
Tonight can we just make
LOVE


[Verse 2: TRINA]
Love, let me kiss and caress and hold ya
Just for the night let my love control ya
Sorry for the pain and the lies i told ya
From the hurt that i've caused let me please console ya
Give a chance for us to make things right
Lets make love instead of fussing fights
Everything's gonna be alright
Let me in, let me dim the lights, hold on tight
Insane love makes you do some strange things
Say those words and your whole damn life changes
You think you can last forever
She asked if you'd cheat and you say never
I dont think that i'm all to blame
But ima need a big amount of side here to handle her, oh
I cant deny a lover, so lets make love my lover

[Hook:QWOTE]
Cause I just wanna chill
Girl I wanna feel your body next to mine (to mine, to mine)
Don't wanna scream, girl can we please hold each other tight (all night)

[Chorus:QWOTE]
I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss girl
Tonight I just wanna make, love girl
I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss girl
Tonight can we just make, love girl
Love Love Love Love Love Love
Love Love Love Love Love Love
Tonight can we just make
Love Love Love Love Love
Love Love Love Love Love
Tonight can we just make
LOVE

Ftet - Gucci Mane, Trina, & Nicki Minaj

Cheaaa
Ay you kno I'm lookin 4 a 5 star bitch talkin bout
(Bur)
I'm talkin AboUt A Bitch lookin like she jus stepped out a magazine
I'm talkin niggaz I'm gon be somethin serious

(Gucci Mane)
Gotti here go twelve bars
Gucci mane got 9 cars
We dnt call em dimes no more
09' we call em 5 stars
I'm a 5 star nigga, dis a 5 star clique
Dats a 645, dis dat new m6
Pay ha bills get ha hair fixed
Might even pay ha rent
And da way she give it to me
Best money I eva spent
I can't even lie (why)
I'm so supa high (high)
Do not need her, will not keep her
Unless she supaFly
Gucci manes a thug b,
Ya man is a scrub see
She loves me now,
She loves you not
Yea all me bitches love me
And if you in atlanta
Look up gucci gurl and beep me
And we cand find a 5 star hotel
You can meet me

(Chorus)
Dats a 5 star chick (3x)
Man dats a 5 star chick, if yo credit score high
Feet and nails stay fly, keep ya juice box wet
Nd ya head sum'n fine
You a five star chick (4x)
I want a five star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I want a five star chick

(Yo Gotti)
It's ya boy yo gotti,
I do grade A shit
I'm da realist nigga walkin
And dis da remix,
And still I'm out here lookin
4 a 5 star chick
When I catch ha,
Ima bless ha
Wit a 5 star kiss
She a natural born hustla
She aint chasin no suckas
On a mission for a real nigga
She aint neva fucked a busta
So ya cars nd ya jewlery
Dat she really dnt exCite
And all dem hatin ass hoes
In da club wanna fiGht ha
She was born in da 'A',
Went to school in DC
Gotta job in Dallas Texas,
Then moved to tennessee
If you aint a 5 star,
Need to go ahead and face it
Fake gucci fake louie,
Shawty dat'll make you basic

(Chorus)
Dat aint a 5 star chick
It aint a 5 star chick (3x)

(Trina)
See I'm a 5 star bitch
Cause I aint dat otha bitch
She been stugglin for hers
From da womb I been rich
I aint gotta talk about da money
And da shoe game
All you gotta do is Google trina
See da proof name?
Cause aint nun of dese hoes,
Doin shows in the recession
Dey cards get declined,
Now dey sufferin a depression
While I'm spendin mills
Signin all kinda deals
I'm a 5 star bitch,
Eating 5 star meals
My whole life style
Like comin to America
All my Louie luggage
You see my bag?
How I carry her
Walkin through the airport
Like I'm in a parade on my hologram
Loggin on to e-Trade

(Chorus)
Dats a 5 star chick (4x)
If yo credit score high, feet and nails stay fly
Keep ya juice box wet, nd ya head sum'n fine
You a five star chick (4x)
I want a five star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I want a five star chick

(Nicki Minaj)
I just had a epiphany,
I need to go to Tiffany's
Fendi on my slippers,
And my cookies always slippery
I don't need help,
I pay da bills on time
So I be yellin 'fuck em'
With a dildo sign
Five little mama, you a Three star
I aint sleepin when
I say I'm in my dream car
Oh did I stutta?
Harajuku hyphen,
BarBie... I'm hot
I think it's time to put the rice in
I was in the chair,
I was gluing my weave in
When you hit the stage
They was booin and leavin
Young money red flag,
No more auditions
Ask Lil Wayne who da 5 star bitch is!

(Chorus)
Dats a 5 star chick (3x)
Now dats a 5 star chick

[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening
to the sounds of swiss beats.
We got cassidy in here.
Kels! We in our throwbacks.
This is for the ladies,
we got room keys.

[Chorus (R Kelly):]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel,
baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.

So if you wanna come to my hotel,
all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party,
checkin' out 6 in the mornin',
6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin',
6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin'
checkin' out 6 in the mornin',
6 in the mornin'

[Cassidy:]
I'm staying in the hotel, not the
motel or the holi-day inn.
If that girl don't participate,
well then I'ma take her friend.
Well if, mami is with it then, mami can
give it then, mami a rider,
I'ma, slide up beside her.
I got a suite, you can creep on through,
I know you tryin' to get your freak on too,
I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that
(lady), hit the mall for that (lady),
keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye
on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies),
pop bub' for them (ladies),
I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah!

[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby
I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel,
all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party,
checkin' out 6 in the mornin'

[Cassidy:]
We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel
with the kid Cass-idy.
Girl if you man start actin' up,
ask for him or ask for me.
'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin,
but you know what'll happen,
we be under the covers,
makin' love to each other.
I got a double bed, one's to sleep on,
other one's to get my freak on,
(ladies) it's all for them (ladies).
Yeah I ball for that (ladies),
hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep
it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them,
(ladies) hot tub for them,
(ladies) pop bub' for them,
(ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah!

[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel,
baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you
carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel,
all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party,
checkin' out 6 in the mornin'

[Cassidy:]
We goin' Chi-town steppin' out,
to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out,
'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks
I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do
the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly.

[R Kelly:]
It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come
with me, and fulfill your fantasy,
baby in my hotel suite.
And it's ok, if you wanna party
night 'til day, I will do anything you say.
Just come to my hotel.

[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel,
baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel,
all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party,
checkin' out 6 in the mornin'

[Call out:]
You've just heard, a classic,
featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy,
Swiss beats the monster (yes i am)
Full service the label,
Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family.
This one's for the ladies y'all.
The baby, believe it! Get your hands up!
It's over.

[Ludacris]
[Chorus]
My chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours

[Ludacris]
[Verse 1]
I'm saying my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My chick bad, badder than yours
My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words
Her swagger don't stop
Her body won't quit
So fool pipe down you ain't talkin bout shit
My chick bad, tell me if you seen her
She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena
All white top, all white belt
And all white jeans, body looking like milk
No time for games, she's full grown
My chick bad, tell your chick to go home

[Ludacris]
[Chorus]
My chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours

[Ludacris]
[Verse 2]
Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker
She rides that dick and she handles her liquor
She knock a bitch out, and fight
Coming out swinging like Tiger Woods' wife
Yeah, she could get a little hasty
Chicks better cover up there chests like pasties
Couple girl friends and they all a little crazy
Coming down the street like a parade, Macy's
I fill her up, balloons
Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons
D'oh, but I aint talkin bout Homer
Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her

[Ludacris]
[Chorus]
My chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours

[Nicki Minaj]
[Verse 3]
Now all these bitches wanna try and be my besty
But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi
Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty
Running down a court I'm thuggin on them Lisa Lefty
It's going down, basement
Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason
Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy
It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy
(My chick bad)
Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy
The mental Asylum looking for me
You a rookie to me
I'm in dat wam bam purple Lam damn bitch you been a fan

[Ludacris]
[Chorus]
My chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad

[Ludacris]
[Outro]
And when we all alone
I might just tip her
She slides down the pole
Like a certified stripper
When we all alone
I might just tip her
She slides down the pole
Like a certified stripper
When we all alone
I might just tip her
She slides down the pole
Like a certified stripper
When we all alone
I might just tip her
She slides down the pole
Like a certified stripper

[Ludacris]
[Chorus]
My chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours

[Ludacris]
[Verse 1]
I'm saying my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My chick bad, badder than yours
My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words
Her swagger don't stop
Her body won't quit
So fool pipe down you ain't talkin bout shit
My chick bad, tell me if you seen her
She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena
All white top, all white belt
And all white jeans, body looking like milk
No time for games, she's full grown
My chick bad, tell your chick to go home

[Ludacris]
[Chorus]
My chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours

[Ludacris]
[Verse 2]
Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker
She rides that dick and she handles her liquor
She knock a bitch out, and fight
Coming out swinging like Tiger Woods' wife
Yeah, she could get a little hasty
Chicks better cover up there chests like pasties
Couple girl friends and they all a little crazy
Coming down the street like a parade, Macy's
I fill her up, balloons
Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons
D'oh, but I aint talkin bout Homer
Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her

[Ludacris]
[Chorus]
My chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours

[Nicki Minaj]
[Verse 3]
Now all these bitches wanna try and be my besty
But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi
Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty
Running down a court I'm thuggin on them Lisa Lefty
It's going down, basement
Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason
Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy
It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy
(My chick bad)
Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy
The mental Asylum looking for me
You a rookie to me
I'm in dat wam bam purple Lam damn bitch you been a fan

[Ludacris]
[Chorus]
My chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
My, my chick bad

[Ludacris]
[Outro]
And when we all alone
I might just tip her
She slides down the pole
Like a certified stripper
When we all alone
I might just tip her
She slides down the pole
Like a certified stripper
When we all alone
I might just tip her
She slides down the pole
Like a certified stripper
When we all alone
I might just tip her
She slides down the pole
Like a certified stripper

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