Текст Trina – No Lie
Текст:
Frail faces showing signs of rejection, you broads stressin
I guess I’m still Da Baddest yeah that’s what I’m guessin (uh)
Pineapple Ciroc a double shot of White
I gotta bag full of money that’ll change up your life
Lyrics turn to bars they’ll remember me forever (yeah)
Short change is what I call them broads
I got acres in my crib but these shows on my lawn (uh)
Red eye flights Miami here I come
I only fornicate with bread cuz that money make me cum
See that villa out in Cali mansion on a mountain
I slide this pussy on him call it slidin down a mountain (uh)
Pussy whipped but all I see is the crown, stiletto Louboutins Hermès gown
You bum bitches don’t even make a sound cuz when my flight touch ground I shut your whole city down
(You) You hoes wanted to rap I wanted to shop
So I sat in the trap and I cooked up the blocks
Made the blocks squares now I’m pushin the yacht
To a mansion with spiral stairs to a Palm Beach out in Laud (yeah)
(Huh) I got a whole lotta everything, never married but a whole lotta wedding rings
From rappers and ball players that smelled the g-string
Groupie niggas who I turned household names
Street bitch an I been bout money, if I had to be honest I don’t need this rap money
Cuz the pussy gonna sell more than rap show money
Fuck I need a pimp fo CEOing my money (preach)
(Yeah) And you a rap bitch dummy, an a little dick nigga can’t do nothing for me
And I still don’t know nann bitch who can come for me
These bum ass bitches Kevin Hart mad funny…
No lie…
I’m the shit don’t push me I get ruthless, stash burner on deck where the coupe is
I ain’t hard to find you hoes can come and meet me, I’m always in the press I am Hip-Hop Weekly
No panties, no sweat and it’s wet, me and you no phones fuckin on a closed set
No lie…