Trina - Change the Vibe lyrics

Stick it in the oxhole, baby! A-audio!

I'm bout to change the vibe on these bitches
(Change the vibe)
I can't even vibe with you bitches
(yeah, I'm done)
I'm on some other shit, can you feel me?
(Can you feel me?)
I'm on some other shit, can you feel me?
(Can you feel me?)
I'm bout to change the vibe on these bitches
(Change the vibe)
I can't even vibe with you bitches
(yeah, I'm done)
I'm on some other shit, can you feel me?
(Can you feel me?)
I'm on some other shit, can you feel me?
(Can you feel me?)

It's a muthafuckin' vibe on
My muthafuckin' job
I fuck shit up then I leave
Do it all the muthafuckin' time
I ain't lyin', so exotic, been a bad bitch
Now I'm wildin'
How you gon' style a stylist
I vacation on a island!
I got a lot, but I want more
Bring shit to ya front door
These rap bitches is butt-soft, in
The cut like a Band-Aid, off
Veggie egg rolls with the duck sauce
Wood wheel guts raw
So fuck off or get dumped on
Niggas die every day when they stunt wrong
I'm b-b-b-b ballin'
Your nigga keep on callin'
I made him take me shoppin'
Love to splurge at Neiman Marcus
I ain't trippin', I ain't trippin'
You should really pay attention
All you gotta do is listen
I be schoolin' like tuition
Bitch, I'm gifted!

I'm bout to change the vibe on these bitches
(Change the vibe)
I can't even vibe with you bitches
(yeah, I'm done)
I'm on some other shit, can you feel me?
(Can you feel me?)
I'm on some other shit, can you feel me?
(Can you feel me?)
I'm bout to change the vibe on these bitches
(Change the vibe)
I can't even vibe with you bitches
(yeah, I'm done)
I'm on some other shit, can you feel me?
(Can you feel me?)
I'm on some other shit, can you feel me?
(Can you feel me?)

I'm runnin' up a band
Takin' pictures wit yo man
Tellin' people we just friends
Love to do it for the 'Gram!
Fuck you sayin'? I ain't playin'
You bitches better start prayin'
They know that I'm amazing
You bitches just give me basic
I'm countin' them big faces
I got the vision on LASIK
I'm riding with Jamaicans
Got it locked just like my Haitians
I run shit, so just face it
I got class and, bitch, you tasteless
If life is what you make it
Wanted smoke and caught the vapors!
Money, money, money
Stack-stackin' to the ceiling
I'm a fuckin' Rockstarr and
All my niggas winners
Sew it up, catch me ridin' with the pump
I be slidin' in that dunk
So you hoes should know what's up
Fuck is up, bitch?