Trina - Get this money Lyrics
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- Get this money Lyrics
Album: Diamond Princess [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
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