เนื้อเพลง Don't Trip - Trina

[Intro]
Uh Yea, Oh Yea
Trin' Bein I've Got Ya
Yea I'm On That Syzurp my
Ya Off Tha Hook
Hey! Heyyy!

[1st Verse: Lil Wayne]
Go by tha name of Weezie F. and
I'm walkin' out tha belly store with ten bags
Fly as a motherf*cka girly on my staple
Cause her friends say I'm a tummy s*cker
Don't go below tha navel
I'm up in Little Hatti, I'm blowin' on Jamaica
I'm in tha pimp a beemer, I'm with a salt shaker
Now I'm in Dade County, I see some thick b*tches
I try to holla at 'em, but they all trick b*tches
I think Trina sexy, Mami ya wine fyne
And on tha hush hush, we need some quiet tyme
Yea, I'ma ryde ma, tha Birdman's boy
He owns CA$H MONEY, I pre-own CA$H MONEY
Yea, and I put her on CA$H MONEY
She start wobblin that ass for me
She start modelin
She see the models in the Maybach
She call me Weezie F. Baby, and she make sure she say that

[Chorus]

[Lil' Wayne]
See a fly n*gga baby yea I Don't Trip
Just give em lil thigh, Mama give em lil hip

[Trina]
And if you see a fly b*tch, n*gga holla don't trip
Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips

[Lil' Wayne]
Give em lil die, Mama give em lil hip
Then you give em lil' wind-up, give em a lil dip

[Trina]
And if you see a fly b*tch, n*gga holla don't trip
Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips

[2nd Verse: Trina]
Now I'm the daughter of a madam inside of a pink phantom
If ya man got that cash then best believe I met him
Cause I'm sharp as a machete and I cuss like crazy
N*ggaz call me Betty Crocker, cause my cakes stay plenty
Got stacks on top of stacks, I'm coppin' a meal ticket
No matter tha consequence my emphasis is to get it
It's Trina, Weezie F., Baby, manny handle do the scripts
It's all reminiscent to Gladys Knight in tha Pips
All my n*ggaz jump around girls jump on that d*ck
It ain't gonna be no standin around now lets get crunk in this b*tch
And ladies show em yo sh*t A lil hip a lil thigh
More pressure for the eye And the more a n*gga try
You can find me stretched out, in my 850i, Or my big 600
Believe Trina done it, Believe I'm diamond studded
Stay flooded like a damn, chase grands, cause I am what I am
Don't give a damn
Go!

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse: Trina]
Back to the lesson at hands stick to my plan
When it comes to seein' man after man don't give a damn about his car or his grands
Wh Wh WhWhat cause I'm gonna make my on ends
That's WhWhat's up ladies lets say you want a man
But don't kno how to do it dirty dance with em, put a lil back into it
Go catch a wall shorty, end up at the mall sporty, try to dog waddy?
Make em spend it all on ya
Yep, and make that n*gga ball for ya
Then have him beggin for that kitty kat
Wining and dining for that ass
Give him none of that
Just let him know
Say make a b*tch rich
Cause the baddest b*tch taught you that

[Chorus]