Trina Album

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,

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

(feat. Rick Ross)
from All About The Benjamin's Soundtrack

[Trina]
let me put my left foot in the game now
put my right foot in the game now
let me show y'all what I'm workin wit
time to slide to the dance floor

[Verse 1]
hair do nails done thats us
new car paper tags thats us
new gear hot shit thats us
keep niggas like thats us
where my get money honeys at right here
where my iced out bitches at right here
where my gold gettin bitches at right here
where my silver spoon women at right here
you the shit girl let that nigga know
the rent due girl let that nigga know
enjoyin yourself let that nigga know
the sex good girl let that nigga know
hold up y'all its my turn now
hold up y'all its our turn now
its our turn now its our turn now

[Chorus]
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now

[Verse 2]
blow up show up
you a hatin ass bitch so what
im the baddest bitch sure nuff
they know my clique so tough
you wanna do what hold up
switch up flows
drop tops 6 fo's
keep up with me I'm on the west coast
I get love from the bloods & crypts they love the hips
hottest shit in the south they love the hip
me trick brick duece mobb c-o get loose
slip & slide here forever stop askin
I step out & camera's start flashin

[Chorus]
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now

[Rick Ross]
let me put the cris in the game now
let me put the crypt in the game now
let me pop the x in the game
let me show y'all what I'm workin wit

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
y'all niggas wanna fuck wit ross
point a mile who really wanna touch the boss
I ride around all the time no tints on the benz
cell phone flipped out lookin sick on the rims now
name a nigga who could fuck wit me
name a nigga who could flow wit me
east to west coast I'm the best wit toast
attack ta blow I'm aimin at your neck & throat
now naked hoes givin neck for dope
ba gets and roes and the lex and glow
im a killa y'all niggas I'm the best you know
rick ross god damn I'm the next to blow now
smoke pounds bricks broke down its your times
spit 4 rounds go get your hoe now

[Chorus]
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now

(feat. Missy Elliott)

[Missy]
Ugh, Ugh, Ugh....Woooo!!!

[Verse 1: Trina]
Yo, I'm a diamond in the rough
See I roll from the slum
Any little old city is like nowhere to run
The game's on you till you stand on your own two
Check this out niggas---This is what we gonna do
1!!!- We gon' bang this
2!!!- We gon' sing this
3!!!- We on top of the world but we ain't saying shit
It's the movement, and the truth is
Cause Trina and Missy ain't gots to prove shit
We brake down floors (BAM!!)
Brake down doors (BOOM!!)
5 month tours just brake down do'
We brake down hoes, we brake down foes
Run through pockets just straight down yo's
M-I-A to V-A its real y'all
We shakin up bottles to let 'em spill y'all
This is Slip-N-Slide askin "What the deal y'all?"
If you ain't throwin them bows then I don't feel y'all

[Chorus: Missy]
I Said BOY!!!! REWIND THAT BACK
If you talk *shit* yo might get slapped
BRRRRRRRAAHHHH!!! Yup I said slapped
Ain't no other chicks that's gon' bring it like that now

BOY!!! REWIND THAT BACK
Up in the spot you got your glocks on lock and.
HEY!!!--This join gon' knock
Up in the club I said this joint don't stop

[Verse 2: Trina]
Y'all know how real woman come down
Low cut copes when Trina come round
Reggae DJ screamin "COME DOWN!!"
We ?? it off top but want some now
Sit back-- and praise the don diva
I'm ?? -- trust me I'm gon' leave ya
Who blows streets up? Ya man want eat us?
Different flows,flavors,hoes- No Favors!
Don't pay us we'll shut that down
What's that loud? (Owww!!) Cut that down!
Got a CL6 but what's that now?
If he not talkin big money, Fuck that clown!
Excuse my french, I won't stress the issue
If he ain't lookin out he's just messin with you
I'm a Mercedes mami, maybe the Lex official
If you wanna get on I'll have Flex to hit you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Missy Elliot]
Damn Y'all-Da-Da-Da-Da Damn yall!
Hurtin and scurrin I'm like I took my panties off
Knuckle and Buckle em' nigga I ain't scared of y'all
You wrestle this muscle thats gon' be your damn fault
YOW!!!!!-- I make screams like Prince
Spay em' and lay em' but you gon' never touch this
Beat em' don't eat em but you gon' always need Miss (Miss)
Cause me and Miss Trina gon' always switch it like this
COME ON!!!!

(f/ Ludacris)

[Trina:] I want my ass smaked
[Luda:] legs wide
[Trina:] front back
[Luda:] side to side
[Trina:] pussy wet
[Luda:] slip n slide
[Luda:] yep everythin gon be alright

[Trina:] ass smaked
legs wide
[Trina:] front back
[Luda:] side to side
[Trina:] pussy wet
[Luda:] slip n slide
[Luda:] yep everythin gon be alright

[Trina]
wait bitch, imma blow my kisses,
get pist and throw my dishes,
yall niggas know jus who this is,
woo woo, and the head so vicious.

with me, this shit gon cost,
you short? then thas yo lost,
you know this ass is soft,
make a nigga goto breakin off.

tell me that you love me baby,
get hot and fuck me crazy,
get a towel and wipe me off,
you want a bitch wit no type of flaws.

my gurls be shoppin hard,
these hoes be buyin cars,
in the club buyin bars,
nipples hard its a sign of braws.

from the niggas who gettin chese,
throw back in the crispy g's,
more wet? crist dont freeze,
laugh at the tab, cause this on me.

me and luda in the cut supreme,
doin things jus to touch the creme,
so many names wana fuck the queen,
i live a life like its jus a dream.

[Chorus]

[Luda]
get it right beother, jump,
gimme the beat then imma make it bump,
tell em wutcha wana hear, damn, lets get cam,
trouble witcha man, imma pop my trunk.

you aint seen no chicks like mine,
you aint seen no flicks like mine,
bet i make you cum next to the subwoofers and my 6x9's.

tell me that you like it raw,
tell me that my dick is plump,
i might make you famous, and buy you watches by marice mc. craw

tell me if its new or old,
tell me if its hot or cold,
let me know if its black & bold,
say ludacris 6 million sold.

see i aint got no time for games,
and i aint got no times for lames,
how you lovin my souther slang,
ooo eee walla walla bing bang.

so anytime you need me call,
whether summer, spring, or fall,
it doesnt matter come one come all,
either get dropped or drop them draws.

[Chorus]

[Trina]
diamond, princess,
just mind, your buisness,
these rumors, are senseless,
your whispers, are endless.

we livin ghetto fab,
we spendin hella cash,
this girl is hella bad,
your choice is trailer trash.

too much, taste for whores,
you saw me grace, the stores,
your saw me work, the vibe
bitches, i works for mine.

one time, for these divas,
two times, for these visas,
third time i come im breezin,
the ice...just keeps on freezin.

hold up imma keep it goin,
back to back imma keep on goin,
platinum plaques, keepin it up,
wet sex, keepin it good.

look girl, you dont know my angle,
a hundred thou with a platinum bengal,
my niggas'll slow your roll,
pussy power, we in control.

[Chrous]

yea, thas right....im back again...round two mother fuckers.
thas rite im talkin greece
I'm a arrogant lil mother fucker huh?
thas rite im rich, im that bitch, thas rite.
im about show yall how to pimp this shit.
im fuckin niggas in the face, the game is mine 2003, fuck that.
fuck all yall haters, fuck all yall bitches, get a life.
you got too much time on your hands.
I want yall bitches to get a job, up your game.
pimp your game up baby, its all about me this time, fuck that.
fuck a dime, im a silva dolla, holla.
catch me when i come off tour, fuck yall.

[Chorus]
You and Me
We can make it last
You and me
We can make it last
You and me
We can make it last
You and me
We can make it last
You and me...

[Verse 1]
It was me and you Trina who shared the hard times
Still in love wit niggas who was serving some hard times
Or involved wit niggas who lost their lives
When Hollywood passed I nearly lost my mind
I then rolled wit the traffickers worked in the Maximus
When D.A in back of us, I'm stretched out nervous
Asking myself, "Bitch was this really worth it?"
What's my purpose, shit, I gotta keep searching
It was me and you Trina who asked the same questions
we decided when and which hoes we would fuck with
shop wit club wit get into some thug shit
turn 'em on to niggas who deep into that drug shit
get money fuck a little let a nigga touch a little
had to make moves our home was so fucking little
Feel that? I know you do, guess what I wrote it too
Please recognize this is a hip hop quoteable

[Chorus] + (over lapping the chorus)
(And even through the stormiest time
we survived through our loneliest nights
Just think about the struggling times
when we survived on a nickel and dime
And even if I had all the bread in the world
I'd give it all up for one shot at
You and Me, I'm that same bitch)

[Verse 2]
You and me were best friends but I'm the one you talk about?
I showed love to everybody before I walked up out
the parties the club the function
I leave you bring up discussions on who I'm fucking
You and me were best friends we talked about abortions
As little girls hair braided on the same porches
We promised each other we would share the same losses
Ya baby daddy passed we share the same losses
It was you and me hoe getting c-notes
bell hoppers to the death while Irish chicks deep throat
Yeah it's beef in the air and why she know
If anybody do she know how we flow
Miami bitches you know how we go
At any event you know how we go
Nice entourage lock mints wonder bras
As I sit in the club I miss how it was

[Chorus] + (over lapping the chorus)

[Verse 3]
You know it's really funny how the tables turn
I moved forward and thank God for the lessons learned
I used the strip clubs as a stepping stone
Hit the stage got paid it wasn't my second home
Ask somebody Trina been the shit on the streets
Roll wrap late nights I'm the shit on the beach
Brought blue baby jeans just to shit on the creep
Keep tall body guards just to sit underneath
Sit back pop bottle ya'll sit on ya'll feet
Screaming my name tryna get in V.I.P
I don't own the club boo
I'm just showing love true
But every time I see ya face I think of me and you
It's disappointing that you fell off well not fell off
I just can't accept you not being well off
It wouldn't be me if I didn't tell all
I even tried to call you but ya cell off

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!

(featuring Money Mark)

Verse 1:

get involve with a nigga
slob on a nigga
take all his dough then I dodge a nigga
cause I'm a nasty bitch, I leave a nigga dead broke
snatch up bread and cop a brand new couch
I'm the jazzy type
and I only let you eat it if you ask me right(my coochie mad tight)
well more juice than a grape when you peal the skin
but yo it ain't no fun if your tongue ain't in(whoa now)
this is where the madness stop
so nigga fuck me with your tongue until you lick my hop
I got a body like a coke bootle watch me walk
so nigga work your mouth and don't talk (O.K.)
raw like yay must say I don't sweat no tired ass nigga i sign my own check
I'm the diamond princess, dutches of all broads
pussy stay tighter and wetter than all yours

chorus:
you nasty bitch, you nasty (uh-huh)
you nasty bitch, you nasty (uh-huh)
you nasty bitch, you nasty (what,trina you so nasty)
you nasty bitch, you nasty (uh-huh)
you nasty bitch, you nasty (uh-huh)
you nasty bitch, you nasty (trina how you so dirty?)

Verse 2:
fat back with a real slim waste (what's wrong)
can't talk with a pussy in your face then
keep me sprung with the tongue like
make me cum 'til I'm numb
oh yes, rub my chest, make me wet
doggy style and do it just like a bet
and lick the sweat it taste just so sweet
when I pop my cock and make you drop to the beat like
nasty bitch, make a nigga sell his dick just to buy me shit
and just to keep me looking raw in all the finest shit
and if you with me girlfriend shake your hind to this (O.K.)
cause I'm raw like yay must say I don't sweat no tired ass nigga i sign my own

check
I'm the diamond princess, dutches of all broads
pussy stay tighter and wetter than all yours

Chorus

back this ass up (8x)
come on (3x)

broke ass niggas can't roll with me
and even rich ass niggas can't get a hold of me
never back up fuck game long and strong
pussy so good break up happy homes (O.K.)
cause I'm raw like yay must say I don't sweat no tired ass nigga i sign mu own

check
I'm the diamond priness, dutches of all broads
pussy stay tighter and wetter than all yours

(feat. Tweet & Missy)

[Tweet (Chorus):]
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free

[Missy:]
NEW TRINA

[Trina:]
Look boo what da deal
you got my cash for you up in here
I know you be packing the steel
but I can't give you brains
and get my lipstick smeared
look playa don't be grabing my braids
you got some cash then I'm easily
persuade this ass thats all it
takes see I can last all night
and all day Miss Trina zem zema
had a Bema I got me a Benz and some rims
tinted windows and some tens
I tell you time again I fine enough
to even take your mens look a here
slim I swear the South Beach let me
speak for you touch me you gonna treat
and put some sandtins on my feet
take me to the beach
now I'm a show you a real freak
oww

[Tweet (Chorus):]
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free

[Missy:]
NEW TRINA

[Trina:]
Trick you ain't gotta like me
Oh you his wifey
I think your man like me
he had me in the car
with his hand on my bra
breathing in my face
saying
TRI-NA
I ain't trying a disrespect
I'm just trying to keep you in check
see I ain't done yet
shoot I'm the type of chick break
up happy homes like Trick
so mo easy joe you so and so
I'm a superwoman you don't know
Damn I look good
Talk trash in your hood
and if you man want you
daddy would Missunderstood
Slip and slide Miss Trina
been sold out the arena
like a rock and roll singer
you hate me you get the finger
all up in my gut playa what

[Tweet (Chorus):]
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free

[Trina:]
Hey playa whats the word
watch my hips don't you like these cruves
I wanna crib in the deep suburbs
2 dogs and a mocking bird
Versae sprad on my water
and give me some head give me some head
Miss Trina likes kicks all red and I'm the first to say
I'm the badest chick

[Tweet (Chorus):]
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free

[Missy:]

(featuring Duece Poppi)

[Hook]
[Deuce:] Hey mami, I wanna holla
[Trina:] Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars
[Deuce:] What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama
[Trina:] Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo
So, I'm straight
[Deuce:] Hey mami

[Deuce]
I'm young, rich and I'm thuggin it
And girl, I don't give a fuck who your husband is
I gotta have you on my seat, five-six, thighs thick
A little ghetto queen, we'll get our freak on like Missy
Drink Cris-ty, be pissy, smoke Crip-ty, be wit me
Let's flee in the big body
Take it to the house, to the house party
That's right, I'mma holla mami
I'mma hop in the Benz, you follow, mami
I wanna play at the playground, mami
Shut up and lay down, mami

[Hook]
[Deuce:] Hey mami, I wanna holla
[Trina:] Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars
[Deuce:] What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama
[Trina:] Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo
So, I'm straight
[Deuce:] Hey mami

[Trina]
Oh, now wanna chase me
You wanna take me
To the diamond district and lace me
You wanna fly me to Hawaii
Anything I want, you'll buy me
You just met me, but you sweatin me
You wanna freeze my wrist and brigette me
You wanna fuck me, you wanna touch me
You wanna lock me down, handcuff me
That's cool but I got my own cash
You can keep your bread, I got long cash
Now that just sounds like game to me
You ain't half the player that you claim to be

[Hook]
[Deuce:] Hey mami, I wanna holla
[Trina:] Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars
[Deuce:] What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama
[Trina:] Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mamichulo
So, I'm straight
[Deuce:] Hey mami

[Deuce]
I wanna holla, lil mama
If it's bout a dollar, I'm break you off proper
I stay sittin on plenty B's
What you want? Ten, fifteen, twenty G's
That's nothing, we can shop for Prada shit
Ain't nothing to a player, but a scholarship
So leave the lights on and the camera on
Slim waist, lil thick lil Amazon
So let's those panties on, lay it down girlfriend
Once I get this on, I wanna take you home
And ride it, ride it, back it up and slip and slide it

[Hook 2x]
[Deuce:] Hey mami, I wanna holla
[Trina:] Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars
[Deuce:] What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama
[Trina:] Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo
So, I'm straight
[Deuce:] Hey mami

[repeat 3x]
[Deuce:] Hey mami

(featuring Fabolous)

[Verse 1: Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louis Vuitton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
And can't none of these hoes out floss me
Gator boots by Sergio Rossi
Ms. Trina I got to splurge, 58 frame baby watch the curves
Walk in the club don't waste no time
Hit the bar up two cases of wine
Cute face thin waste line
Drop to the beat pop to the base line
To all my girls that's kickin it
You got Chris in yo glass and you sippin it
You bout money and you gettin it
We tight that's right. Uh

[Chorus: Fabolous & Trina]
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I like my ladies off the glass like shotin off the back board
Sexiest mommies beautiful as black broads
Cutest rude girl, thick as Caucasian
Pretty as conversions, slick as malatians
Ask them let them bitches say yes sir
Young and live among riches in West Jerve
Switch in the excurve
Strut through this bitch in the best furs
Bitch in a Lex Jerse
Twin gray crosses (bling) I'm the might cone
Brightly chrome vendaidoes
Cover your girl face
From the Bruce Lee Roy glow
On a mother a pearl face
All I do is say one word
Yall say it's foolish
I send splurge
I'm a lose 1/3
I never go broke my name got to o's
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

[Chorus (repeat)]

[Verse 3: Trina]
Nice lips, nice thighs, nice hips
Pussy tighter then a pair of vice grips
I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me
(I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z
It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress
From the M-I home of the stop bitches
Christal, and caviar bitches, twist this game for all you fly bitches
I Spit nuttin but the hot shit, you got the four dot get the four dot six
Maybe than you can ride with a hot bitch
VS from the anklet to the wrist
I been in the game just two years
End a few careers there it is
But now I'm back on top again
With some red hot shit for you can cop again (Yeah)

(featuring Lil Brianna)

[Chorus]
Kandi girl (kandi girl)
You are my world (you are my world)
You look so sweet
You're a special treat
Kan-di girl
You are my world (my world)
You look so sweet
You're a special treat

[Lil' Briana]
Wow ta dow watch out now
It's lil' Briana no I'm not Bow Wow
I'm that candy girl that lil' Miami girl
Sweet like cinnamon with the candy swirl
I'm like sugar and spice
My flow so nice
Colorful ice like rainbow bright
I'm that candy girl sweet like a life savor
Got more flavors than a pack of Now or Laters
Ten years old im the baby diva all
The kids at school call me baby Trina
When I step on this track it make your fingers snap
And do the peanut butter jelly with the baseball bat

[Chorus]

[Trina]
I taste like candy a candy treat
So sweet from my head down to my feet
This song's dedicated to my candy girls
The life of luxury the candy world
With candy benz's marble floors
Cartier kisses and cash galore
With candy toys candy yacht's
Candy verses and candy four dots
No it don't stop and we on the rise
To slip and slide and diva enterprise
We drop candy hits that's how we bring it
I'm a candy girl come on Stef sing it

[Chorus]

[Lil' Briana]
I'm a candy girl and my flow too hot
Sweet like lollipops and gumdrops
Gummy bears Skittles and Kit Kats
I'm a young girl running this game you with that?
I got more flavors than Starburst
I keep my penny candy in my Prada purse
If I act a little sassy pardon me y'all
I be playing with Barbie dolls in my carnegie hall
I'm a good good girl a candy girl
The baby Diva with the baby doll pearls
If you ain't come to party we ain't having that
So do the Donkey Kong and the cabbage patch

(feat. Eve)

[Hook:]

Ay Yo! Miss Trina rock tha party.
Ay Yo! E-V-E rock tha party.
Ay Yo! Get on up, shake yo body.
Ain't no quittin when the ladies get to spittin'.
Ay Yo! Miss Trina rock tha party.
Ay Yo! E-V-E rock tha party.
Ay Yo! Get on up, shake yo body.
Ain't no stoppin when the ladies get to rockin'.

[Verse 1: Trina]

I'm still tha baddest drapped in the best fabrics.
Leathers and the CZ's and the S classes.
Ghetto angel. wrist glists like the rainbow.
Yellow, reds and blues. Watch the ice dangle.
Colorful things, full beams, no illusion.
VVS clean gleam, no inclusions.
Glamorous with the gangst twist.
Gucci on the hip Betaluche on the wrist.
And we off glass,we glistining, u listining.
I got that new shyt like William holla.
U thinking I'm a dyme, but I'ma silver dollar.
Ice 'round my collar, the Diamond Princess that's right.
It's a lotta big money in my sixes. Marble walls from Mikka floors.
Shoes by Jimmy Chose and Micheal Clours.
Fuck Thelma and Louise, it's Trina and Eve.
Uh.
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eve]

Ay Yo. I'm not a regular bytch, I don't do regular shyt dog.
U see me on T.V., u know that I spit. Know these niggaz I'm wit.
Game ain't change me that much. Discovered incline.
Discovered that it tightened my butt.
But really, other that that, hate these frivolous chats.
DO I cook or clean.
Daddy I hire for that. Need a house wife?
That ain't Eve, my business come first.
I think you'll understand after this one verse.
Always been a bytch about mine and fuck wit winners.
Me and Trin top of tha line. Nigga listen.
Keep these chicks prayin we stop. It neva happens.
Sittin' back wishing that they neva started rappin.
Too late, hurtin' 'em hard. What chu wan do?
Stop what? Fuck out tha way, watch how we come through.
I'm living too good. Fuck u suckas.
At the club, at the bar, sippin blue mothafuckas.
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trina]

You see can't too many hoes come after me.
I hafta be in the Jacob or the Master Piece.
It take cash to speak. I neva had to lease.
Between me and the girls, we need at least half the flee.
My man's money gotta be longer than his dick.
But look, long as u want. Who stronger than this clique?
From 1 minute, 2 minutes, some minute.
The G 5, me and E so come wit it.

[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 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)

(featuring Bathgate)

(Bathgate)
Bathgate, Trina
Come on, yo, yo

(Bathgate)
Do you see yourself with a rider like me
Coppin you nice things
Prada and ice blings
Do you want me
Or a rider that's gon' hold you down, ma
Bustin 'em down, ma
If you want me

(Trina)
I'll be the first to admit, I'm spoiled rotten
You need twenty G's just to take me shoe shoppin'
I only fuck with real niggas and heavy hitters
That'll fly me to Nassau just for conch fritters
If you want me, you gotta show me
Fly me to the Staples Center to see Jordan play Kobe
G.G. Hunter, Tiffany necklace
Fly me to Paris, just for breakfast
Cavolet Lexus to diamond kisses
His and her Fredrick's on our wristses
If you want me, you gotta treat me special
Every watch that you cop for me, freeze the Bezzle
Every whip that you cop for me, make it a drop
You need a wife in your life and I'm takin the spot
So if you want me, just let me know
And we can keep it on the low for sho', uh


(Bathgate)
Do you see yourself with a rider like me
Coppin you nice things
Prada and ice blings
Do you want me
Or a rider that's gon' hold you down, ma
Bustin 'em down, ma
If you want me


(Trina)
Look, I'll have you in all types of whips's
Fives and sixes
If you want me
I'll be that bitch
That'll hold the steel for you
Gild and kill for you
Do you want me?

(Bathgate)
Yo, lil mama I got you anything
You can call on Bath
You and your man fight
I'm there with the four-four mag
I'll be your crutch when you need it
For slips or falls
And I got paper to take you on trips to malls
Get you Prada till you fall
Till you tired of rockin it
Tiffani ain't cold till you tired of coppin it
Cold compressor, ma, I know you tired of droppin it
Here's the keys to the truck, cause they tired of watchin it
I know this world got all types of fools
Every whip with a stash box, for the fortunate have-nots
I know you said you can get me the six
With the deep dish buckets, but you know me, fuck it
I'd rather have you in my arms to hold on
Slanted out Benz, just getting our roll on
Look, me and you from Harlem to the South, so
Let's Slip 'N Slide, ma and take it to the house, come on

(hook)
(Bathgate)
Do you see yourself with a rider like me
Coppin you nice things
Prada and ice blings
Do you want me
Or a rider that's gon' hold you down, ma
Bustin 'em down, ma
If you want me

(Trina)
Look, I'll have you in all types of whips's
Fives and sixes
If you want me
I'll be that bitch
That'll hold the steel for you
Gild and kill for you
Do you want me?

(Trina)
If you want me, you gotta wine and dine me
And cop me the biggest diamond you can find me
Some Liberace shit that'll blind me, real shiny
Ten karats or better, nigga you tying me up
Cop me the ice blue Chacarda
Park the Bentley or larger in my front yard and
Shoppin sprees, coppin Frankie B's
Baby please, I stays wit major cheese
Give me the extra set of Mercedes keys
Plus the Asti Martin for 80 G's
If you want me
It take a lot of cream, a lot of bling
Boy, I'm 'bout a lot of things, uh

(Hook 2x)
(Bathgate)
Do you see yourself with a rider like me
Coppin you nice things
Prada and ice blings
Do you want me
Or a rider that's gon' hold you down, ma
Bustin 'em down, ma
If you want me

(Trina)
Look, I'll have you in all types of whips's
Fives and sixes
If you want me
I'll be that bitch
That'll hold the steel for you
Gild and kill for you

now see I told y'all this wasn't gonna be nothing nice and I know some of y'all
wasn't really payin' attention so do me a favor and rewind this shit and play it
again and if you listenin' to this on a cassette instead of a cd you're game is