Trina - Money ain't a problem lyrics
[Trina - Money ain't a problem lyrics]
I'm the queen till the death of me
Can't compare me
I'm higher than that epitome
I'm the queen till the death of me
I'm higher than that epitome
I'm the queen till the death of me
I put you hoes up under extortion
I switch 24 outfit's in one fucking day
24 cars in 24 different driveways
My money long, mandingo
I'm talking guap, jackpot, the casino
Brazilian long weave with some bow legs
Work in the trunk for my
Nigga I'mma thorough bread
I'm wiping pots, baking cookies for the block
Now I'm off to meeting my secret service
I'm Barrack
I'm sliding soft, my whip clean
I'm still the baddest bitch
That you ever seen money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
I'm sliding soft, my whip clean
I'm still the baddest bitch
That you ever seen money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
I ain't got no money problems
Everything top of the line and
My shoes match my purse
How come, they think it's a funeral
They think the Ghost is a hearse
I been burried you bitches, bitch
I'm six albums in
You gotta go through the queen before
The game let you in
See, I'm gonna eat regardless
I've been sold, my harvest
And I don't beg no pardon
And from what I heard they starving
Money all in my bag, ATM swag
Just left the island, got jet lag
In a G5 to the G wagon and
I'm pulling up to Bell Harbor
Shopping till my feet hurt
Watch me pop my collar
Security and my chauffer
Red bottoms my loafers
The bank account full, I got workers
The bank account full, so much money in it
I could write a million checks and bet
The check won't fucking dent it
Got so many M's you would
Swear a bitch was humming (hmmm)
Cause, I live by 'you ain't talking money
You ain't talking nothing'
I'm sliding soft, my whip clean
I'm still the baddest bitch
That you ever seen money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
I'm sliding soft, my whip clean
I'm still the baddest bitch
That you ever seen money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
I ain't got no money problems
Money ain't a problem so I don't ever hate
I'm busy skipping lines while
You bum bitches wait
2, 000 plates, panoramic fucking views
You know it's Cinderella
You can tell by my shoes
That money ain't a problem so
I don't ever hate
I'm busy skipping lines while
You bum bitches wait
2, 000 place, panoramic fucking views
I'm shitting on you bitches, bird flu
Million stunner, track race runner
Field goal punter, wild jungle hunter
I got diamonds in the backseat, chauffer
No taxi got the coupe painted yellow gold so
You bitches know that's me
That's me, the bitch that you love to hate
If it's a heice, I'm the bitch that got away
If in the fight, you the bitch got put away
And I'm the bitch getting money
Each and every day
Victoria, wake up your time has
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Can't compare me
I'm higher than that epitome
I'm the queen till the death of me
I'm higher than that epitome
I'm the queen till the death of me
I put you hoes up under extortion
I switch 24 outfit's in one fucking day
24 cars in 24 different driveways
My money long, mandingo
I'm talking guap, jackpot, the casino
Brazilian long weave with some bow legs
Work in the trunk for my
Nigga I'mma thorough bread
I'm wiping pots, baking cookies for the block
Now I'm off to meeting my secret service
I'm Barrack
I'm sliding soft, my whip clean
I'm still the baddest bitch
That you ever seen money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
I'm sliding soft, my whip clean
I'm still the baddest bitch
That you ever seen money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
I ain't got no money problems
Everything top of the line and
My shoes match my purse
How come, they think it's a funeral
They think the Ghost is a hearse
I been burried you bitches, bitch
I'm six albums in
You gotta go through the queen before
The game let you in
See, I'm gonna eat regardless
I've been sold, my harvest
And I don't beg no pardon
And from what I heard they starving
Money all in my bag, ATM swag
Just left the island, got jet lag
In a G5 to the G wagon and
I'm pulling up to Bell Harbor
Shopping till my feet hurt
Watch me pop my collar
Security and my chauffer
Red bottoms my loafers
The bank account full, I got workers
The bank account full, so much money in it
I could write a million checks and bet
The check won't fucking dent it
Got so many M's you would
Swear a bitch was humming (hmmm)
Cause, I live by 'you ain't talking money
You ain't talking nothing'
I'm sliding soft, my whip clean
I'm still the baddest bitch
That you ever seen money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
I'm sliding soft, my whip clean
I'm still the baddest bitch
That you ever seen money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
I ain't got no money problems
Money ain't a problem so I don't ever hate
I'm busy skipping lines while
You bum bitches wait
2, 000 plates, panoramic fucking views
You know it's Cinderella
You can tell by my shoes
That money ain't a problem so
I don't ever hate
I'm busy skipping lines while
You bum bitches wait
2, 000 place, panoramic fucking views
I'm shitting on you bitches, bird flu
Million stunner, track race runner
Field goal punter, wild jungle hunter
I got diamonds in the backseat, chauffer
No taxi got the coupe painted yellow gold so
You bitches know that's me
That's me, the bitch that you love to hate
If it's a heice, I'm the bitch that got away
If in the fight, you the bitch got put away
And I'm the bitch getting money
Each and every day
Victoria, wake up your time has
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