[Chorus:] Fresh up in salon And I just got my hair done Nigga's fight to hollered at me but I told em' move along Cause my waist so skinny n my wrist so chilly And if u ain't puttin up a milli then you won't be fuckin with me Now put your hands up, go n pull a grand on it Now get a billion up, atleast a hundred bands on it Cause my waist so skinny n my wrist so chilly And if u ain't puttin up a milli then you won't be fuckin with me.
[Trina:] I'm a boss bitch, I stunt first class I got insurance on this boss ass See I don't fuck with ho's cause they sideways I get this money by myself not in nine ways I hate broke nigga's, they can't tell me shit Fuck yo chargin baby momma and that little dick I like big bags, I like real money [. From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/t/trina-lyrics/waist-so-skinny-(Ft.-rick-ross)-lyrics.html .] Pillow case stacked, bad prints big hundreds.
[Rick Ross:] Pink bottle popper, yellow big shopper Pull up to the club valle' my fuckin helicopter It's a nomineer, hustler of the year See the baddest bitch... ring a ear Stackin paper like my name be Bo Philly Pop the caddi in the living room __? She non stop, somebody lyin, this bitch a ten, yo bitch a five.
[Trina:] I'm still the thickest bitch, in this rap shit I-I don't fuck with'ch ya'll, most you ho's counter fit I call em glow lickers, they wanna lick my glow I book seven nights a week you call a metapho I got a big safe, captain crunch berries My diamonds look like you can eat em VVS cherries See I'm a fly bitch, I'm makin new moves And darin new fish to run up on this old school.