Trina — Waist So Skinny

[Hook] Fresh out the salon And I just got my hair done Niggas trynna holla at me But I told em' move along Cause my waist so skinny And my wrist so chilly You ain't puttin' up a milly Then you won't be fucking with me P-Put ya bands up Gon' put a grand on it That won't be enough At least a hundred bands on it Cause my waist so skinny And my wrist so chilly You ain't puttin' up a milly Then you won't be fucking with me [Verse 1: Trina] I'm a boss bitch I stunt first class I got insurance this boss ass See I don't fuck with hoes Cause they sideways I get this money by myself, 99 ways I hate broke niggas, they can't tell me shit Fuck your charger, baby mama, and that little dick I like big bags, I like real money The stacks stay stacked Big bread full of hundreds, yeah [Hook] Fresh out the salon And I just got my hair done Niggas trynna holla at me But I told em' move along Cause my waist so skinny And my wrist so chilly You ain't puttin' up a milly Then you won't be fucking with me P-Put ya bands up Gon' put a grand on it That won't be enough At least a hundred bands on it Cause my waist so skinny And my wrist so chilly You ain't puttin' up a milly Then you won't be fucking with me [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pink bottle popper Yellow big shopper Pull up to the club, valet my fucking helicopter It's not a mere Hustler of the year She the baddest bitch Right here Stacking papers like my name was Bo Diddley Pop the caddy in the living room delay She not a star, somebody lied This bitch a 10, yo bitch a 5 [Hook] Fresh out the salon And I just got my hair done Niggas trynna holla at me But I told em' move along Cause my waist so skinny And my wrist so chilly You ain't puttin' up a milly Then you won't be fucking with me P-Put ya bands up Gon' put a grand on it That won't be enough At least a hundred bands on it Cause my waist so skinny And my wrist so chilly You ain't puttin' up a milly Then you won't be fucking with me [Verse 3: Trina] I'm still the thickest bitch, in this rap shit I don't fuck with yall most you hoes counterfeit I call em glow lickers, they wanna lick my glow I'm booked 7 nights a week, you caught the metapho' I got a big safe of captin crunch berries My diamonds looks like you can eat em', VVS cherries See I'm a fly bitch, I'm making new rules And dare a new bitch to run up on this old school, what [Hook] Fresh out the salon And I just got my hair done Niggas trynna holla at me But I told em' move along Cause my waist so skinny And my wrist so chilly You ain't puttin' up a milly Then you won't be fucking with me P-Put ya bands up Gon' put a grand on it That won't be enough At least a hundred bands on it Cause my waist so skinny And my wrist so chilly You ain't puttin' up a milly Then you won't be fucking with me