Testo Get This Money - Trina
Testo della canzone Get This Money (Trina), tratta dall'album Lady Boss Hits
Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money
Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money
Come on, 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
Come on, Trina finna show you how to get this money, right
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
Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money
Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money
Come on, 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
Come on, Trina finna show you how to get this money, right
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 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
Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money
Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money
Come on, 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
Come on, Trina finna show you how to get this money, right
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 nothin' come between this
Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money
Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money
Come on, 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
Come on, Trina finna show you how to get this money, right
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
Credits
Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly, Samuel J. Barnes, Shawn C. Carter
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