Don’t Trip Trina (Ft. Lil Wayne)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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 [laughter], the Birdman's boy [laughter]
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

[Chorus: Lil Wayne + Trina]
If you see a fly nigga baby girl yeah I don't trip
Just give him lil' thigh mama give him lil' hip
And if you see a fly bitch nigga 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 nigga holla don't trip
Break her off a few dollars take her on a few trips