Trina – Don't Trip (feat. Lil Wayne) Lyrics

Don't Trip

Trina (feat. Lil Wayne)

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"Don't Trip." - Trina (feat. Lil Wayne)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 12:08 pm

Album: Don't Trip (feat. Lil Wayne) - Single

Track No: 01

Go by the name of Weezy F, and
I'm walkin' out the Bally store with ten bags
Fly as a motherfucker, girlie on my staple
'Cause her friend say I'm a tummy sucker, don't go below the navel
I'm up in little Haiti (Yeah) I'm blowin' on Jamaica (Yeah)
I'm in a pepper Beamer (Yeah) I'm with a saltshaker (Yeah)
Now, I'm in Dade county (Yeah) I see some thick bitches (Yeah)
I try to holla at 'em, but they all trick bitches (Damn)
I think Trina sexy (Oh) Mama you wine-fine (Yep)
And on the hush-hush (Oh) We need some quiet time (Shh)
Yeah, I'm all right, ma, the Birdman's boy
He own Cash Money, I pre-own Cash Money
Yeah, and I put her on Cash Money
She start wobblin' that ass for me (Whoa) She start modelin' (Whoa)
She see the models in the Maybach (Whoa)
She call me Weezy F baby and she make sure she say that
If you see a fly ****, baby girl, don't trip
Just give him lil' thigh, mama, give him lil' hip
And if you see a fly bitch, **** holla, don't trip
Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips
Give him lil' thigh, mama, give him lil' hip
Then you give him lil' wind-up, give him lil' dip
If you see a fly bitch, **** holla, don't trip
Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips
Now, I'm the daughter of the Madam inside of a pink Phantom
If your man got that cash, then best believe, I'm at him
'Cause I'm sharp as a machete and I cuss like great (That's right)
**** call me Betty Crocker 'cause my cake stay plenty
Got stacks on top of stacks, I'm cuppin' a mill ticket
No matter the consequence, my emphasis is to get it
It's Trina, Weezy F baby, Mannie handle the script
It's so reminiscent to Gladys Knight and the Pips (That's right)
All my **** jump around, girls jump on that dick
It ain't gone be no standin' round, now, let's get crunk in this bitch
And ladies, show him your shit, a lil' hip, a lil' thigh
More pleasure for the eye, and the more a **** try (That's right)
You can find me, stretched out in my eight-fifty yacht
Or my big six hundred, believe Trina done it
Believe I'm diamond-studded, stay flooded like a dam
Chase grands 'cause I am what I am, don't give a damn, go
If you see a fly ****, baby girl, don't trip
Just give him lil' thigh, mama, give him lil' hip
And if you see a fly bitch, **** holla, don't trip
Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips
Give him lil' thigh, mama, give him lil' hip
Then you give him lil' wind-up, give him lil' dip
If you see a fly bitch, **** holla, don't trip
Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips
Back to the lesson at hand, stick to my plan
When it comes to seeing man after man, don't give a damn
'Bout his cars or his grands, what, what, what, what, what
'Cause I'ma make my own ends, and that's what-what's up
Ladies, let say you want a man (Yeah) But don't know how to do it (Yeah)
Dirty dance with him, put a lil' back into it (Yeah)
Go catch a wall, shawty, end up at the malls, thought he
Tried to dog, waldy make him spend it all on ya (Damn)
Yep, and make that **** ball for ya
Then have him beggin' for that kitty kat (Oh)
Winin' and dinin' for that ass, give him none of that
Just let him know, say
"Make a bitch rich" 'cause the baddest bitch taught you that
If you see a fly ****, baby girl, don't trip
Just give him lil' thigh, mama, give him lil' hip
And if you see a fly bitch, **** holla, don't trip
Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips
Give him lil' thigh, mama, give him lil' hip
Then you give him lil' wind-up, give him lil' dip
If you see a fly bitch, **** holla, don't trip
Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Writer(s): B. Thomas, D. Carter, K. Taylor & M Seymour.

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