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Don't Trip

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Don't Trip was released on August 31, 2004 by Atlantic Records as a part of the album Glamorest Life

Song Details

AlbumGlamorest Life

Release DateAugust 31, 2004

LabelAtlantic Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Trina

Vocals

Lil Wayne

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Byron Thomas

Songwriter

Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.

Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.

Songwriter

Katrina Taylor

Songwriter

Mark Seymour

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Trina

Executive Producer

Solomon "Sox" Hepburn

Solomon "Sox" Hepburn

Executive Producer

Ted "Touche" Lucas

Ted "Touche" Lucas

Executive Producer

Brian Gardner

Mastering Engineer

Ray Seay

Mixing Engineer

Mannie Fresh

Producer

Andrews Correa

Recording Engineer

Jon Neumann

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Go by the name of Weezy F, and

I'm walkin' out the Bally store with ten bags

Fly as a motherfucker, girlie on my staple

'Cause her friend say I'm a tummy sucker, don't go below the navel

I'm up in little Haiti (Yeah) I'm blowin' on Jamaica (Yeah)

I'm in a pepper Beamer (Yeah) I'm with a saltshaker (Yeah)

Now, I'm in Dade county (Yeah) I see some thick bitches (Yeah)

I try to holla at 'em, but they all trick bitches (Damn)

I think Trina sexy (Oh) Mama you wine-fine (Yep)

And on the hush-hush (Oh) We need some quiet time (Shh)

Yeah, I'm all right, ma, the Birdman's boy

He own Cash Money, I pre-own Cash Money

Yeah, and I put her on Cash Money

She start wobblin' that ass for me (Whoa) She start modelin' (Whoa)

She see the models in the Maybach (Whoa)

She call me Weezy F baby and she make sure she say that

[Verse 2]

If you see a fly ****, baby girl, don't trip

Just give him lil' thigh, mama, give him lil' hip

And if you see a fly bitch, **** holla, don't trip

Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips

Give him lil' thigh, mama, give him lil' hip

Then you give him lil' wind-up, give him lil' dip

If you see a fly bitch, **** holla, don't trip

Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips

[Verse 3]

Now, I'm the daughter of the Madam inside of a pink Phantom

If your man got that cash, then best believe, I'm at him

'Cause I'm sharp as a machete and I cuss like great (That's right)

**** call me Betty Crocker 'cause my cake stay plenty

Got stacks on top of stacks, I'm cuppin' a mill ticket

No matter the consequence, my emphasis is to get it

It's Trina, Weezy F baby, Mannie handle the script

It's so reminiscent to Gladys Knight and the Pips (That's right)

All my **** jump around, girls jump on that dick

It ain't gone be no standin' round, now, let's get crunk in this bitch

And ladies, show him your shit, a lil' hip, a lil' thigh

More pleasure for the eye, and the more a **** try (That's right)

You can find me, stretched out in my eight-fifty yacht

Or my big six hundred, believe Trina done it

Believe I'm diamond-studded, stay flooded like a dam

Chase grands 'cause I am what I am, don't give a damn, go

[Verse 4]

If you see a fly ****, baby girl, don't trip

Just give him lil' thigh, mama, give him lil' hip

And if you see a fly bitch, **** holla, don't trip

Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips

Give him lil' thigh, mama, give him lil' hip

Then you give him lil' wind-up, give him lil' dip

If you see a fly bitch, **** holla, don't trip

Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips

[Verse 5]

Back to the lesson at hand, stick to my plan

When it comes to seeing man after man, don't give a damn

'Bout his cars or his grands, what, what, what, what, what

'Cause I'ma make my own ends, and that's what-what's up

Ladies, let say you want a man (Yeah) But don't know how to do it (Yeah)

Dirty dance with him, put a lil' back into it (Yeah)

Go catch a wall, shawty, end up at the malls, thought he

Tried to dog, waldy make him spend it all on ya (Damn)

Yep, and make that **** ball for ya

Then have him beggin' for that kitty kat (Oh)

Winin' and dinin' for that ass, give him none of that

Just let him know, say

"Make a bitch rich" 'cause the baddest bitch taught you that

[Verse 6]

If you see a fly ****, baby girl, don't trip

Just give him lil' thigh, mama, give him lil' hip

And if you see a fly bitch, **** holla, don't trip

Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips

Give him lil' thigh, mama, give him lil' hip

Then you give him lil' wind-up, give him lil' dip

If you see a fly bitch, **** holla, don't trip

Break her off a few dollars, take her on a few trips

[Verse 7]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Written by: B. Thomas, D. Carter, K. Taylor, M Seymour

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