Fresh out of the salon and I just got my hair done
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Niggas tryin' ta holla at me but I told them move along
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'Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
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If you ain't putting up a milli'
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Then you won't be fuckin' with me
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Now put your bans up, go put a grand on it
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That won't be enough at least a hundred bans on it
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'Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
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And if you ain't putting up a milli'
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Then you won't be fuckin' with me
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I'm a boss, bitch, I stunt first class
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I got insurance on this boss ass
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See, I don't fuck with ho's
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'Cause they side ways
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I get this money by myself 99 ways
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I hate broke niggas, they can't tell me shit
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Fuck that charger, baby mama and that lil' dick
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I like big bags, I like real money the stacks stay stack
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Big bread full of hundreds
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Fresh out of the salon and I just got my hair done
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Niggas tryin' ta holla at me but I told them move along
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'Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
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If you ain't putting up a milli'
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Then you won't be fuckin' with me
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Now put your bans up, go put a grand on it
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That won't be enough at least a hundred bans on it
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'Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
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And if you ain't putting up a milli'
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Then you won't be fuckin' with me
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Pink bottle popper yellow big shopper
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Pull up to the club valet my fuckin' helicopter
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It's not a mere hustler of the year
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See the baddest bitch right here
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Stacking papper like my name is Bob Dylan
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Pop the cady in the living room delay
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She not a stop somebody lying
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This bitch is a ten yo' bitch is a 5
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Fresh out of the salon and I just got my hair done
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Niggas tryin' ta holla at me but I told them move along
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'Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
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If you ain't putting up a milli'
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Then you won't be fuckin' with me
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Now put your bans up, go put a grand on it
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That won't be enough at least a hundred bans on it
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'Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
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And if you ain't putting up a milli'
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Then you won't be fuckin' with me
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I'm still a 50's bitch in this rap shit
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I don't fuck with y'all most of you ho's are counterfeit
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Call em' glow lickers they wanna lick my glow
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I'm booked 7 nights a week
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You caught the metaphor
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I got a big safe a captain crunch berries
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My diamonds look like you can eat them
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V V S cherries see I'm a fly bitch I'm making new moves
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And I dare a new bitch to run up on this old school, what
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Fresh out of the salon and I just got my hair done
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Niggas tryin' ta holla at me but I told them move along
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'Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
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If you ain't putting up a milli'
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Then you won't be fuckin' with me
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Now put your bans up, go put a grand on it
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That won't be enough at least a hundred bans on it
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'Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
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And if you ain't putting up a milli'
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Then you won't be fuckin' with me
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Waist So Skinny
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Trina |