Trina Money Aint A Problem Lyrics
Money Aint A Problem by Trina
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
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