For All My Ladies Trick Daddy (Ft. Trina)

[Chorus]
For all of my ladies gettin money makin these niggas pay
All of them haters gonna hate you don't listen to what they say
To all of my ladies gettin money tryin to pay these bills
Make these niggas help you mommy make 'em keep it real

[Verse 1: Trina]
Gimme the keys to the Bentley that's right
Me and my girls goin out tonight
And I don't wanna fight tonight, give my bread up
Ain't nothing you can do when a women's fed up
And I'm fed up nigga shut up nigga
Go but you better keep my bread up nigga
'Fore I find me a playa who will treat me better
Dick me to sleep and eat me better
You want a real bitch who will fuck ya and feed ya
Uh uh fuck nigga I don't need ya
And you ain't gotta love me or like me
And hell nah I don't wanna be your wifey
'Cause I'm a bad bitch born to ball
And when you go to jail fuck nigga don't call
You want me to stay nigga you gonna pay
Gimme that dough, playboy, don't play

[Chorus]