Trina - Money Aint A Problem lyrics

rate me

I’m the queen till the death of me

Can’t compare me, I’m higher than that epiphany

I’m the queen till the death of me

I’m higher than that epiphany

I’m the queen till the death of me

I put you whores on that extortion

I switch 24 outfits in one fucking day

24 cars in 24 different driveways

My money long, mandingo

I’m talking guap, jackpot, the casino

Brazilian long weave with some bold legs

Working the trunk for my nigga I’mma throw bricks

I’m wiping pots, baking cookies for the block

Now I’m off to meeting my secret service, I’m Barrack

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

Everything top of the line and my shoes match my purse

I come, they think it’s a funeral, they think the Ghost is a hearse

I been burying 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 so, my hardest

And I don’t beg no pardon, 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

I’m pulling up to Pearl Harbor

Shopping till my feet hurt, watch me pop my collar

Security and my chauffer, red bottoms my loafers

The bank account full, I gotta work us

The bank account full, so much money in it

I could write a million checks and bet the check won’t fucking get it

Got so many M’s you would swear a bitch was coming

‘Cause I live by “you ain’t talking money, you ain’t talking nothing”

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

Money ain’t a problem so I don’t ever hate

I’m busy skipping lines while you bum bitches wait

20, 000 place, panoramic fucking 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

20, 000 place, panoramic fucking views

I’m shitting on you bitches, bird flu

Million ass stunner, track race runner

Still go Hannah, wild jungle hunter

I got diamonds in the backseat, chauffer, no taxi

Coupe painted yellow gold so you bitches know that’s me

That’s me, the bitch that you love to hate

If in the heights, 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