Waist Skinny - Trina, Rick Ross

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

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

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

Pink bottle popper

Yellow big shopper

Pull up to the club, valet my fucking helicopter

It’s not a mere

Hustler of the year

She the baddest bitch

Right here

Stacking papers like my name was Bo Diddley

Pop the caddy in the living room delay

She not a star, somebody lied

This bitch a 10, yo bitch a 5

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

I’m still the thickest bitch, in this rap shit

I don’t fuck with yall most you hoes counterfeit

I call em glow lickers, they wanna lick my glow

I’m booked 7 nights a week, you caught the metapho'

I got a big safe of captin crunch berries

My diamonds looks like you can eat em', VVS cherries

See I’m a fly bitch, I’m making new rules

And dare a new bitch to run up on this old school, what

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