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| Trina Still Da Baddest I Got A Bottle Moe miney meenie inny Moe miney meenie inny I got a bottle, I got a cup I got ice, so what's up Walk in the club wearing superstar clothes Feelin’ like money cause I collect dough Moe miney meenie inny Whose got the trone (Patrone) and Henny? I been sippin’ on Cavalli that shits so strong Like Paris Hilton, gotta carry me home So full, so far gone Forgot where I parked, and lost my iPhone Still lookin’ good and pretty Bad bitch in every city Rocks, diamonds, I got plenty Ice for the cup, now pour the Henney Escorted in the club, I brought the whole team Ain't no guest, it's a rockstar theme Everybody lookin’ of course it's the queen They admirin’ the crown, and the 10 caret ring I'm known for pimpin’ these rappers I should get an Oscar award for my acting When they actually think that I'm feelin’ em That's when I take they money, then I'm killin em I got a bottle, I got a cup I got ice, so what's up Walk in the club wearing superstar clothes Feelin’ like money cause I collect dough Moe miney meenie inny Whose got the trone and Henny? Watch me get ghost in the phantom Somethin’ like a pimp like David Banner M I crooked letter crooked letter I crooked letter Crooked letter I humpback humpback I, am so off the chain Spyin bottles aint a thing Plus I'm gonna make it rain So much money they think she’s insane You a 7 digit nigga if you holla at a brah With a 7 digit figga you should come in by the bar I'm talkin’ buying bottles, Cavalli Vodka I'm wet and hot like lava I'm switchin’ 4 lanes in range Hangin out the roof talkin’ money ain’t a thing Comin’ all out my shirt on champain Damn lil miss trina off da chain I got a bottle, I got a cup I got ice, so what's up Walk in the club wearing superstar clothes Feelin’ like money cause I collect dough Moe miney meenie inny Whose got the trone and henny? I don't swerve I spin Drive a pearl phantom I'm so stinky stinky rich, My damn dog drive a benz Powder blue diamond shoes Shinin’ suits, liverachi boo Stuntin’ on you, like boo who you I'm a icon bitch I though you knew I only drop bombs, haters be like uh-uh Girl who she think she is I'm is what you want is Girl I don't want yo man but I'll yo man Yo man and his friend they both my fans You don't understand miss deameanor ain’t playin’ When we go out to eat I got yo man payin’ |
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