Don't Trip (feat Trina)

Lil Wayne

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

[1st Verse: Lil Wayne] 
Go by the name of Weezie F. 
An fuck em out the belly store with ten bags? 
Fly as a mutha fucka girly on my staple 
Cause her friends say I'm a tummy sucker 
Don't go below the navel 
I'm up in Lil Hatti 
I'm blowin on Jamaica 
I'm in the pimp a beemer 
I'm with a salt shaker 
Now I'm in Dade County 
I see some thick bitches 
I try to holla at em 
But they all trick bitches 
I think Trina sexy 
Mama ya wine fine 
And on the hush hush 
We need some quiet time 
Yea I'm a ridah ma 
The Birdman's boy 
He own 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 nigga baby yea I don't trip 
Just give em lil thigh? 
Mama give em lil hip 
[Trina] 
And if you see a fly bitch 
nigga holla don't trip 
Break her off a few dollars 
Take her on a few trips 
[Lil' Wayne] 
Give em lil thigh 
Mama give em lil hip 
Then you give em Lil' Wayne 
Give em a lil nip 
[Trina] 
And if you see a fly bitch 
Nigga 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? 
Niggas call me Betty Crocker 
Cause my cakes stay plenty 
Got stacks on top of stacks 
I'm cuppin' a meal ticket 
No matter the consequence 
My emphasis is to get it 
It's Trina Weezie F. Baby 
Manny handle the scripts 
It's all reminiscent to 
Gladys Knight and The Pips 
All my niggas jump around 
Girls jump on that dick 
It aint gonna be no standin around 
Now lets get crunk in this bitch 
And ladies 
Show em yo shit 
A lil hip a lil thigh 
More pleasure for the eye 
And the more a nigga try 
You can find me stretched out 
In my 850i 
Or my big 600 
Believe Trina done it 
Believe them diamonds studded 
Stay flooded like a damn 
Chase grams cause I am what I am 
Don't give a damn 
Go 

[Chorus] 

[3rd Verse: Trina] 
Back to the lesson at hand 
Stick to my plan 
When it comes to seein man after man 
Don't give a damn about his car or his friends 
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 
Look at yo wall shorty 
End up at the mall sporty 
Try to dog waddy? 
Make em spend it all on ya 
Yep and make that nigga 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 kno 
Say make a bitch rich 
Cause the badest bitch taught you that 

[Chorus]"
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