Trina - Money Ain't A Problem

 

Lyrics to Money Ain't A Problem by Trina
  [Trina talking....] I'm the queen till the death of me Can't compare me, I'm higher than that epitome I'm the queen till the death of me I'm higher than that epitome I'm the queen till the death of me I put you hoes up under extortion [Verse 1] I switch 24 outfits in one f-cking day 24 cars in 24 different driveways My money long, mandingo I'm talking guap, jackpot, the casino Brazilian long weave with some bow legs Work in the trunk for my n-gga I'mma thorough bread I'm wiping pots, baking cookies for the block Now I'm off to meeting my secret service, I'm Barrack [Hook] I'm sliding soft, my whip clean I'm still the baddest bitch that you ever seen Money ain't a problem Money ain't a problem I'm sliding soft, my whip clean I'm still the baddest bitch that you ever seen Money ain't a problem Money ain't a problem I ain't got no money problems [Verse 2] Everything top of the line and my shoes match my purse How come, they think it's a funeral, they think the Ghost is a hearse I been burried you bitches, bitch, I'm six albums in You gotta go through the queen before the game let you in See, I'm gonna eat regardless, I've been sold, my harvest And I don't beg no pardon, and from what I heard they starving Money all in my bag, ATM swag Just left the island, got jet lag, in a G5 to the G wagon and I'm pulling up to Bell Harbor Shopping till my feet hurt, watch me pop my collar Security and my chauffer, red bottoms my loafers The bank account full, I got workers The bank account full, so much money in it I could write a million checks and bet the check won't f-cking dent it Got so many M's you would swear a bitch was humming (hmmmmmmm) Cause I live by 'you ain't talking money, you ain't talking nothing' [Hook 2] I'm sliding soft, my whip clean I'm still the baddest bitch that you ever seen Money ain't a problem Money ain't a problem I'm sliding soft, my whip clean I'm still the baddest bitch that you ever seen Money ain't a problem Money ain't a problem I ain't got no money problems [Verse 3] Money ain't a problem so I don't ever hate I'm busy skipping lines while you bum bitches wait 2,000 plates, panoramic f-cking views You know it's Cinderella, you can tell by my shoes That money ain't a problem so I don't ever hate I'm busy skipping lines while you bum bitches wait 2,000 place, panoramic f-cking views I'm shitting on you bitches, bird flu Million stunner, track race runner Field goal punter, wild jungle hunter I got diamonds in the backseat, chauffer, no taxi Got the coupe painted yellow gold so you bitches know that's me That's me, the bitch that you love to hate If it's a heice, I'm the bitch that got away If in the fight, you the bitch got put away And I'm the bitch getting money each and every day Victoria, wake up. Your time has arrived. Lights camera action