Trina Whatever You Like
Damn my nigga wit a G5 bag
Gotta give me that bread I need them stacks
All that talkin ain't no need for that
Put ya money n ya mouth n handle that
Need an allowance break me off
Ima allergic to tha money make me sneeze n cough
It ain't trickin if you got it
If you bout it yeah I'm bout it
Come on now daddy you know the rules
A gurl need ice on her neck to cool
A forign chief who gon cook the food
And a maid who can clean out all my rooms
25 bedrooms to b exact and I still need more
Can you handle that
It ain't trickin if you got it
If you bout it yeah I'm bout it
Daddy wat you gon do
You know I'm checkin for you
Tell me can you spoil me with a penis wit a good view
I want it can I get it bendin there
You can keep them otha broads
I ain't worried I ain't care
Yeah just look @ my body
My face my body
I'm the baddest chick breathin
You ain't need nobody
Want me on ya arm
Ima trophy hot hottie
Who can stand next to me nobody