Lotta Money - Trina, Slim Thug, Twista

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You, You, You know what it is

Straight certified bad chick

She always fresh to death

Like she hopped up out da casket

About to take my style back

You ain’t pay your taxes

Ya’ll ain’t really rappin'

You hoes just actin', action

You hoes better cut it out

You know you see her jumpin' out

Crome wheels, exotic heels

I guess dats wat da fuss about

She can’t help it if your nigga wanna take her out

Credit cards

She max it out

She all in his bank account

Da mall is what she think about

So niggas better betta come correct

Cuz she ain’t tryna holla

Unless a nigga tryna cut da check

She a red, drop-top corvette, black lace corset

Man dem hoes can’t afford it yet

She ain’t fuckin' with less you

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You know what it is

Straight certified bad chick

She only fuck with niggas

With a wallet full of plastic

Call her a shop-a-holic

She need rehad

Way da classes?

Cuz she be, she be ballin

She can’t help it

It’s a habit

Somethin' about them Jacksons

Attracts her to them Grants

Addicted to them Franklins

When they wrapped in rubberbands

You know way she at

She stay creepin' with your man

She say money make her come

So she get wetter than a hand

And this is just her M. O

You bitches know she be fly

And while you hoes hatin'

Gone an add a N-E-Y

Been gettin doe

Since knee-High

Now da bread EICY

Big shit poppin like E I

She ain’t fuckin' with less you

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Now all my ladies

Who be gettin cash

Without givin no ass

You stay poppin all dem tags

Throw the money in the bag

Cuz you a bad chick, now dats a bad chick

Is u a bad chick, there go a bad chick

Now all my ladies gettin' paid

Layin' up in da shade

And trippin' cuz u get it

You know money everyday

Cuz you a bad chick, now thats a bad chick

Is you a bad chick, there go a bad chick

She ain’t fuckin' with less you

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