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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trina
Trina
Vocals
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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

No panties comin' off My love is gonna cost 'Cause ain't no way that you gon' get up in this fo' free (New Trina) Look, boo, what's the deal? (Deal) You got my cash? Why you roll up in here? (Ooh!) I know you be packin' the steel But I can't give you brains and get my lipstick smeared (woo, woo!) Look playa, don't be grabbin' my braids (uh) You got some cash? Then I'm easily persuade (uh) This ass is un-sautéed See, I can last all night and all day (uh) I'm Miss Trina, sim seema, had a beema I got me Benz and some rimz Tinted windows and some tens I'll tell you time again I'm fine enough to even take your mens Looky here Slim, I go to South Beach, lemme speak 'Fore you touch me, you gon' treat? And put some santinees on my feet (uh) Take me to the beach Now I'ma show you a real freak (aww) No panties comin' off (come on) My love is gonna cost (it's gonna cost, yeah) 'Cause ain't no way that you gon' get up in this fo' free (fo' free) No panties comin' off (it's gonna cost, yeah) My love is gonna cost (ooh, ooh, yeah) 'Cause ain't no way that you gon' get up in this fo' free (New Trina) Trick, you ain't gotta like me Oh, you his wifey? I think ya man like me He had me in his car wit' his hands on my bra Breathin' in my face sayin',"Trina" (aww) I ain't tryna disrespect, I'm just tryin' to keep you in check See, I ain't done yet, choo, I'm the type of chic Break up happy homes like Trick So mo, easy Joe, yeah, so-and-so I'm a super woman, you know? Damn, I look good, talk trash in your hood And if ya man want you, Daddy would Misunderstood, slip and slide, Miss Trina Been sold out the arena like a rock 'n' roll singer You hate me, get the finger All up in my gut, playa what? (Playa what?) No panties comin' off My love is gonna cost (it's gonna cost, yeah) 'Cause ain't no way that you gon' get up in this fo' free (fo' free) No panties comin' off (it's gonna cost, yeah) My love is gonna cost (ooh, ooh, yeah) 'Cause ain't no way that you gon' get up in this fo' free Hey, playa what's the word? (What's the word?) Watch my hips, don't you like these curves? I want a crib in the beach suburbs (ooh) Two dogs and a mockingbird Versace spread on my waterbed Now gimme some (oh), gimme some (oh) Miss Trina like to skitz on red And I'm the first to say it, I'm the baddest chic, tho (ooh, ooh, yeah) No panties comin' off My love is gonna cost (it's gonna cost, yeah) 'Cause ain't no way that you gon' get up in this fo' free (fo' free) No panties comin' off My love is gonna cost (ooh, ooh, yeah) 'Cause ain't no way that you gon' get up in this fo' free (New Trina) I'm the baddest chic, tho
Writer(s): Melissa A. Elliott, Nisan C. Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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