Trina
Trina
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Trina & Missy Elliott
Trina & Ludacris
Trina
Trina
Trina & Money Mark
Trina & Tweet & Missy Elliott
Trina & Duece Poppi
Trina & Fabolous
Trina &
Trina & Eve
Trina
Trina
Trina & Bathgate
Trina
[Intro: Trina]
Let me put my left foot in the game now (Trina)
Put my right foot in the game now (Rick Ross)
Let me show y'all what I'm workin' wit' (Trina)
Time to slide to the dance floor (Chicka, chicka, chicka)
[Verse 1: Trina]
Hair do, nails done, that’s us
New car, paper tags, that’s us
New gear, hot shit, that’s us
Keep niggas like, that’s us
Where my get money honeys at? Right here
Where my iced out bitches at? Right here
Where my gold gettin' bitches at? Right here
Where my silver spoon women at? Right here
You the shit girl, let that nigga know
The rent due girl, let that nigga know
Enjoyin' yourself, let that nigga know
The sex good girl, let that nigga know
Hold up y'all, its my turn now
Hold up y'all, its our turn now
Its our turn now, its our turn now
[Chorus: Trina]
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
[Verse 2: Trina]
Blow up, show up
You a hatin' ass bitch, so what
I’m the baddest bitch, sure nuff
They know my clique so tough
You wanna do what? Hold up
Switch up flows, yes, folks
Drop tops, six foes, yes, folks
Keep up wit' me, I'm on the west coast
I get love from the bloods and crypts, they love the hips
Hottest shit in the south, they love the hip
Me, Trick, Brick Duece, Mobb, C-O get loose
Slip & slide here forever, stop askin'
I step out and cameras start flashin'
[Chorus: Trina]
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
[Post-Chorus: Rick Ross]
Let me put the Cris in the game now
Let me put the Crypt in the game now
Let me pop the X in the game
Let me show y'all what I'm workin' wit'
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Yeah, y'all niggas wanna fuck wit' Ross
Point 'em out, who really wanna touch the boss
I ride around all the time, no tints on the Benz
Cell phone, flipped out, lookin' sick on the rims now
Name a nigga who could fuck wit' me
Name a nigga who could flow wit' me
East to west coast, I'm the best wit' toast
Attack a blow, I'm aimin' at your neck and throat
Now, naked hoes givin' neck for dope
Baguettes and Rolls in the Lex', it glow
I’m a killer, young nigga, you the best to know
Rick Ross, God damn, I'm the next to blow now
Smoke pounds, bricks broke down, its yo' town
Spit four rounds, go get yo' ho now
[Chorus: Trina]
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
Told Y’all was written by Cool N Dre & Rick Ross & Trina.
Told Y’all was produced by Cool N Dre.
Trina released Told Y’all on Tue Aug 27 2002.