Waist So Skinny Trina (Ft. Rick Ross)

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[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

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