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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trina
Trina
Vocals
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Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
Nisan Stewart
Nisan Stewart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Producer
Brian Kraz
Brian Kraz
Assistant Engineer
Alvin Speights
Alvin Speights
Engineer
Solomon "Sox" Hepburn
Solomon "Sox" Hepburn
Executive Producer
Ted "Touche" Lucas
Ted "Touche" Lucas
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Nisan Stewart
Nisan Stewart
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
No panties coming off
My love is gonna cost
'Cause ain't no way
That you gon' get up
In this for free
[Verse 2]
New Trina
[Verse 3]
Look boo, what the deal?
You got my cash for you stick it in here
I know you be packing to steal
But I can't suck a dick and get my lipstick smeared
Fuck ****, don't be grabbin' my braids
You got some cash
Then I'm easy persuade
Taste ass these un-sauteed
See, I be coming all night and all day
I'm miss Trina
Sim seamer
Fuck a Beamer
Got me a Benz and some rims
Tinted windows and some tens
I tell you time again
I'm even fine enough to fuck your mans
Looky here, Slim
I swerve to South Beach, let me speak
'Fore you fuck me you gon' treat?
And put some Santini's on my foot
Take me to the beach
Now crawl up in my wall real deep
Oww
[Verse 4]
No panties coming off
My love is gonna cost
'Cause ain't no way
That you gon' get up
In this for free
No panties coming off
My love is gonna cost
'Cause ain't no way
That you gon' get up
In this for free
[Verse 5]
New Trina
[Verse 6]
Bitch, you ain't gotta like me
Oh you his wifey?
I think your man like me
He had me in the car with his hands on my bra
Breathing in my face saying
Tri-Na
Oww
I ain't trying to disrespect
I'm just trying to keep ya in check
See I ain't done yet
Shit, I'm the type of bitch
Break up happy homes like Trick
Slow Mo
Easy Joe ya so and so
I'm a super woman ask Mo
The way I ride wood
Super good, too good
And if your man won't your daddy would
Bitch understood, slip and slide, Miss Trina
Did sold out the arena
I'm a dead ringer
Three fingers, dig deeper
All up in my gut, **** what?
[Verse 7]
No panties coming off
My love is gonna cost
'Cause ain't no way
That you gon' get up
In this for free
No panties coming off
My love is gonna cost
'Cause ain't no way
That you gon' get up
In this for free
[Verse 8]
Hey, ****, what's the word?
Watch my hips, don't you like these curves?
I want a crib in the deep suburbs
Two dogs and a mockingbird
Versace spread on my waterbed
Now give me some head
Give me some head
Miss Trina like skits on red
And I'm the first to said
I'm the baddest bitch
Oww
[Verse 9]
No panties coming off
My love is gonna cost
'Cause ain't no way
That you gon' get up
In this for free
No panties coming off
My love is gonna cost
'Cause ain't no way
That you gon' get up
In this for free
[Verse 10]
New Trina
Written by: Missy Elliott, Nisan C. Stewart
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