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Get This Money

Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money

Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money

It's enough for all of us to get this money

Ain't no need for player haters acting funny

Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money

Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money

Trina Finna show you how to get this money, right

You gotta have a J O B to be with me

Best believe I'm going diamond on my next L P

I stacked my game up, sexed my frame up

Bitches using my style, I'm set to change up

Uh, New Year, new gray jag

After the first album, you should hear Shay Brag

I been around the world playing two way tag

While these wanna be Trina's out here claim bad

But guess what, I'm still the baddest

Jewels still flooded with twenty four karats

Okay, you know I live lavish

Chanel glass slippers in a Cinderella palace

Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money

Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money

It's enough for all of us to get this money

Ain't no need for player haters acting funny

Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money

Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money

Trina Finna show you how to get this money, right

Uh, uh, see me on South beach rollin' the five

When I come through hoes rolling they eyes

I'm the baddest bitch, so I'm used to that

Draped in the hot shit off the Gucci rack

I like Tiffany Ice, that expensive stuff

The diamond princess draped in princess cuts

Don't be mad hoe, 'cause I'm that bad hoe

Pushin' that pink Lamborghini Diablo

I play niggas like dummies for the fast money

You wanna holla, it's gon' cost you cash money

Slip and slide, then we stacking chips

The redbone, wonder woman with the platinum wrist

Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money

Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money

It's enough for all of us to get this money

Ain't no need for player haters acting funny

Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money

Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money

Trina Finna show you how to get this money, right

Breakdown

Miami hot, 'candy' flopped

I'm the new bad girl and I can't be stopped

Uh, sipping bailey's, flossing daily

On T R L with Carson Daly

Dressed to chill, icy, extra chill

Touch of class, bad with the sex appeal

Flawless baby, female ballers, baby

Stay diggin' in them millionaires wallets, baby

Tored up, christian dior'd up

Cases of that Cris, gettin poured up

Got it sowed up, like stitches

Reppin' for my bad bitches, stackin' riches

I shine, baby 'cause the game is mine

I'm on top of the charts, no room to climb

And when I say, I'm the baddest, I'm mean it

Me and this cash, can't nothing come between this

Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money

Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money

It's enough for all of us to get this money

Ain't no need for player haters acting funny

Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money

Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money

Trina Finna show you how to get this money, right

Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money

Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money

It's enough for all of us to get this money

Ain't no need for player haters acting funny

Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money

Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money

Trina Finna show you how to get this money, right

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