Lyrics Trina – Photo

Tell me, what’s a bank to a bank roll?
What’s an Audemars to a Hublot?
I see you watchin’, take a photo
I see you watchin’ take a photo

Cheese, and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout pictures
All these presidents, bitch, I’m back up on my grizzle
I’m so official, I’m ’bout to blow the whistle
Time’s up, game’s over, been dodging missiles
Black Card, I’m invited
Just bought a yacht with it
Paparazzi excited, legs open, come and get it
My neck lookin’ like fireworks
Them wrists lookin’ like stars
I been outta this world, hoe
I been landed on Mars
Four foreign whips, steering wheels on the right, bitch!
Foreign designers in my closet, hit the light switch
My passport got stamps like a mu’fucka
Flexin’ like you got it, when you know you broke, mu’fucka

Tell me, what’s a bank to a bank roll?
What’s an Audemars to a Hublot?
I see you watchin’, take a photo
I see you watchin’ take a photo
What’s a top model to a diva?
Got them Givenchy’s from Geneva
I see you watchin’ take a photo

Red bottom Giuseppe’s, my foot game crazy
I ain’t gotta go hard, I kill you hoes, lazy
Patrick Swayze, my money on overflow
And if I come for your neck, your crew’s fallin’, domino
Would you like to take a picture of the baddest?
Yeah, they take shots, but mine’s still the fattest
You see the queen when she hop out
I got your nigga with his tongue out
And hatin’ bitches be lookin’
They be eye’n me and be hatin’
They hate to see when I pop it
‘Cause they man love when I shake it
I be makin’ all of ’em mad
I work their nerves for a hobby
And then I drop the towel, tell ’em take a picture of this body

Tell me, what’s a bank to a bank roll?
What’s an Audemars to a Hublot?
I see you watchin’, take a photo
I see you watchin’ take a photo
What’s a top model to a diva?
Got them Givenchy’s from Geneva
I see you watchin’ take a photo
I see you watchin’ take a photo