This that new Trina, baby
Get up, sucka
I got a bottle
I got a cup
I got ice
So what's up
Walk in the club wearing superstar clothes
Feeling like money cause I could let go
I know sippin' on Kavali, that * so strong
Like parasitin', gotta carry me home
So full, so far gone
Forgot where I parked and lost my iPhone
Still lookin' good and pretty
Bad bitch in every city
Rocks, diamonds, I got plenty
Ice for the cup, not pour
The heat escorted in the club, I bust the whole team
Ain't no gas, it's a rockstar thing
Everybody lookin', of course, it's the queen
They admire the crown in a 10-carat ring
I'm known for piffin' these rappers
I should get an Oscar award for my acting
When they actually think that I'm feelin' it
That's when I take they money and I'm killin' them
I got a bottle
I got a cup
I got ice
I got ice
So what's up?
What's up?
Walk in the club wearing superstar clothes
Feeling like money cause I could let go
No money, nanny, nanny
Ghosts, savage, round and hilly
Watch me get ghosts and the phantoms
I'm like a pimp like David Banner
M.I.
Cricket letter, cricket letter, I
Cricket letter, cricket letter, I
Humpback, humpback, I
Am so off the chain
Flying bottles ain't a thing
Plus, I'm gonna make it rain
So much money, they think she's insane
You a seven-digit nigga
If you holla at a broad with a seven-digit figure
You should come and buy the gold



I'm talking bad bodies, cabalas, vodka
I'm wet and hot like lava
I'm switching four lanes in the rain
Hanging at the roof, talking money and a thang
Coming all out my shirt on champagne
Damn, little miss Trina off the chain
I got a bottle
I got a cup
I got ice
So what's up?
What's up?
Walk in the club wearing superstar clothes
Feeling like money cause I could let go
No money, nanny, nanny
Ghosts, savage, round and hilly
Watch me get ghosts and the phantoms

I got ice
So what's up?






I'm so stanky, stank and rich
My damn dog drive a Benz
Uh!
Powder blue, diamond shoes
Shining suit, living right your boo
Stuntin' on you like boo who you?
I'm an icon, bitch, I thought you knew
I only drop bombs
Haters be like uh, uh
Girl, who she thinks she is?
On me is what you want me is
Girl, I want your man but I take your man
Your man and his friend, they both my fans
You don't understand
Mr. Mina ain't playin'
When we go out deep
I got your man
I call the boss
I got a broad
We'll see you next time.
We'll see you next time.
Bye.