“I was lookin’ hella good
When I stepped off in the club
She was jockin’ on my Gucci
‘Cause her boyfriend want my cookie
She just keep on lookin’ back
I keep throwin’ her the bird
I’m about to walk away
I don’t care what you heard
Watch me, watch me swing my weave
I’m gon’, I’m gon’ fix my lip gloss
I’m gon’ stunt on them hoes
With my hands up on my hip bones singin’
Jealous bitches, jealous bitches
Don’t hate me, don’t hate me”
—Trina, Let Dem Hoes Fight
