Saweetie released her debut EP, High Maintenance, in 2018. Her second EP, Icy, was released in March 2019 and spawned the top-40 single "My Type".
In 2021, she received two nominations for the 64th Annual Grammy Awards including one for Best New Artist.
Trick
Saweetie Lyrics
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Mula, mula, mula, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (you's a trick)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (yeah, bitch)
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (no, no, no)
Mula, mula, mula, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
Everybody bosses 'til the bill come 'round
But a nigga gotta eat, so I ain't checkin' the amount
Every baller wanna holler, let me max his card out
Hit Rodeo, that's a K-O on his bankroll, then I'm out
I like Leos 'cause they meaner when it come out they mouth
Got a Aries that take care of me when I'm in the South
I like Virgos 'cause they loyal and they always devout
But my favorite sign the one that come before the amount
That's a dollar sign every time, if it ain't, then never mind
Ownership of all my shit or I don't sign the dotted line
I'ma come for all of mine, make it rain, then see the shine
Diamond in the rough, but all these diamonds, I ain't hard to find
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (you's a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (yeah, bitch)
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (no, no, no)
Mula, mula, mula, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
I like them out of town niggas, teach me somethin' different
Hold it down niggas that don't mess around wit' ya
I just mind my own business, got my own business
I'm a walkin' check, so I ain't checkin' for you bitches
Ain't gon' get none of this unless he spends some on this
Expensive-ass ish, cater every wish
My fragrance is rich, ooh, I smell like The Ritz
Keep my cheese with the Swiss so I ain't payin' me shit (bitch)
Mula, mula, mula, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (you's a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (yeah, bitch)
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (no, no, no)
Mula, mula, mula, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
The song "Trick" by Saweetie talks about her money-oriented lifestyle and how she uses her beauty and charms to get what she wants. The lyrics emphasize that all she cares about is getting money in the form of cash or a favor, and she is not interested in being with someone just for physical pleasure. She mocks men who believe they can buy her affection and are willing to pay for her materialistic needs. Saweetie highlights her confidence and independence as a woman, and how she can make ends meet without any man's help. She is not afraid to live life on her own terms and is a "boss" in her own right.
The chorus "Trick, nigga, you's a trick" is a taunt to the men who use their money to entice her, but at the same time, she refuses to give in to their desires. She emphasizes that she has her own hierarchy of priorities, which is to make money and take care of her family.
In the second verse, Saweetie expresses that she prefers men who are not from her area, and are different from the ones she already knows. She also mentions that she doesn't take nonsense from anyone, and she doesn't need anyone to validate her sense of self-worth. The song is an ode to independent women who can stand on their own two feet and have their own definition of success.
Overall, "Trick" is a bold statement of Saweetie's philosophy of life, where self-love and financial independence are the ultimate goals.
Line by Line Meaning
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
The sound of the beat in this song is hard and aggressive.
Mula, mula, mula, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Money is the most important thing in my life and I prioritize it over everything else.
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
I value both my business deals and my family above anything else.
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
I don't tolerate anyone who talks poorly behind my back and I don't value their opinions.
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
I have my own money, but I still expect a man to pay for things when we go out.
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (you's a trick)
You are a sucker and I can see right through you.
You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (hell no)
Just because you help me financially, it doesn't mean you get to have sex with me.
You want a bag? I got my own shit (yeah, bitch)
I don't need you to buy me expensive things because I can afford them myself.
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (no, no, no)
Just because you're making it rain with money, doesn't mean I'll have sex with you.
Everybody bosses 'til the bill come 'round
People pretend to be in charge until it's time to pay the bill, and then they are hesitant to spend their money.
But a nigga gotta eat, so I ain't checkin' the amount
Even though the cost of the meal may be high, I'm not going to let that stop me from eating.
Every baller wanna holler, let me max his card out
Every wealthy man wants my attention and is willing to spend money to impress me.
Hit Rodeo, that's a K-O on his bankroll, then I'm out
I'll shop at expensive stores like Rodeo Drive until the man's bank account is drained, and then I'll leave.
I like Leos 'cause they meaner when it come out they mouth
I prefer Leo men because they are confident and don't hold back what they want to say.
Got a Aries that take care of me when I'm in the South
I have an Aries man who takes care of me when I'm in the South.
I like Virgos 'cause they loyal and they always devout
I prefer Virgo men because they are loyal and dedicated.
But my favorite sign the one that come before the amount
My favorite sign is the dollar sign because it represents money.
Ownership of all my shit or I don't sign the dotted line
I won't sign anything unless I have full ownership and control over it.
I'ma come for all of mine, make it rain, then see the shine
I will work hard for my money, then spend it extravagantly to show it off.
Diamond in the rough, but all these diamonds, I ain't hard to find
I may have come from humble beginnings, but now I am wealthy and easy to find.
I like them out of town niggas, teach me somethin' different
I prefer men from out of town because they can teach me new things.
Hold it down niggas that don't mess around wit' ya
I like men who are loyal and have my back.
I just mind my own business, got my own business
I focus on my own life and my own career.
I'm a walkin' check, so I ain't checkin' for you bitches
I have my own money, so I don't care about other women who may be trying to compete with me.
Ain't gon' get none of this unless he spends some on this
I won't give away my love or attention unless the man is willing to spend money on me.
Expensive-ass ish, cater every wish
I like expensive things and expect my partner to cater to my every desire.
My fragrance is rich, ooh, I smell like The Ritz
I smell expensive and luxurious, like the famous hotel, The Ritz.
Keep my cheese with the Swiss so I ain't payin' me shit (bitch)
I keep my money in a Swiss bank account so I don't have to pay much in taxes.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Diamonte Harper, Gino Borri, Jocelyn Donald, Omari Massenburg, Rasool Diaz, Shane Lindstrom
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@aliciamedina5076
[Intro]
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
[Chorus]
Moola, moola, moola, man, that’s all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don’t give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
[Pre-Chorus]
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)
[Chorus]
Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin’ out the side your mouth, I don’t give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
[Verse 1]
Everybody bosses 'til the bill come ’round
But a nigga gotta eat, so I ain't checkin' the amount
Every baller wanna holler, let me max his card out
Hit Rodeo, that's a K-O on his bankroll, then I’m out
I like Leos 'cause they meaner when it come out they mouth
Got a Aries that take care of me when I'm in the South
I like Virgos 'cause they loyal and they always devout
But my favorite sign the one that come before the amount
That's a dollar sign every time, if it ain't, then nevermind
Ownership of all my shit or I don't sign the dotted line
I'ma come for all of mine, make it rain, then see the shine
Diamond in the rough, but all these diamonds, I ain't hard to find
[Pre-Chorus]
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)
[Chorus]
Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
[Verse 2]
I like them out of town niggas, teach me somethin' different
Hold it down niggas that don't mess around wit' ya
I just mind my own business, got my own business
I'm a walkin' check, so I ain't checkin' for you bitches
Ain't gon' get none of this unless he spends some on this
Expensive-ass ish, cater every wish
My fragrance is rich, ooh, I smell like The Ritz
Keep my cheese with the Swiss so I ain't payin' me shit (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
[Pre-Chorus]
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)
[Chorus]
Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
@itsnuriaz4271
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Moola, moola, moola, man, that’s all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don’t give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)
Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin’ out the side your mouth, I don’t give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
Everybody bosses 'til the bill come ’round
But a nigga gotta eat, so I ain't checkin' the amount
Every baller wanna holler, let me max his card out
Hit Rodeo, that's a K-O on his bankroll, then I’m out
I like Leos 'cause they meaner when it come out they mouth
Got a Aries that take care of me when I'm in the South
I like Virgos 'cause they loyal and they always devout
But my favorite sign the one that come before the amount
That's a dollar sign every time, if it ain't, then nevermind
Ownership of all my shit or I don't sign the dotted line
I'ma come for all of mine, make it rain, then see the shine
Diamond in the rough, but all these diamonds, I ain't hard to find
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)
Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
I like them out of town niggas, teach me somethin' different
Hold it down niggas that don't mess around wit' ya
I just mind my own business, got my own business
I'm a walkin' check, so I ain't checkin' for you bitches
Ain't gon' get none of this unless he spends some on this
Expensive-ass ish, cater every wish
My fragrance is rich, ooh, I smell like The Ritz
Keep my cheese with the Swiss so I ain't payin' me shit (Bitch)
Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)
Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
@hajeraa
lyrics 😍
[Intro]
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Moola, moola, moola, man, that’s all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don’t give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
]
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)
Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin’ out the side your mouth, I don’t give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
Everybody bosses 'til the bill come ’round
But a nigga gotta eat, so I ain't checkin' the amount
Every baller wanna holler, let me max his card out
Hit Rodeo, that's a K-O on his bankroll, then I’m out
I like Leos 'cause they meaner when it come out they mouth
Got a Aries that take care of me when I'm in the South
I like Virgos 'cause they loyal and they always devout
But my favorite sign the one that come before the amount
That's a dollar sign every time, if it ain't, then nevermind
Ownership of all my shit or I don't sign the dotted line
I'ma come for all of mine, make it rain, then see the shine
Diamond in the rough, but all these diamonds, I ain't hard to find
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)
Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
I like them out of town niggas, teach me somethin' different
Hold it down niggas that don't mess around wit' ya
I just mind my own business, got my own business
I'm a walkin' check, so I ain't checkin' for you bitches
Ain't gon' get none of this unless he spends some on this
Expensive-ass ish, cater every wish
My fragrance is rich, ooh, I smell like The Ritz
Keep my cheese with the Swiss so I ain't payin' me shit (Bitch)
Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)
Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
@Thesjx
This song deserved to be bigger !
@houseofmatrix6174
Saweetie bars about zodiac was to cold 🥶 ❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️
@xxxxxx3720
What did she mean with "my favorite sign is the one that comes before the amount"? 🧐
@houseofmatrix6174
@XxX XxX idk that’s sounds confusing
@parigyan4474
@XxX XxX $$ sign
@sorrowsuperstar10
Shiit ! this whole album is badass ! Saweetie Delivered ! 100/100
@anastasiaakhaladze
she motivates me to work harder so i can have that moola moola in the future lol
@nariamaayumu1251
Anastasia A. What do you do?
@anastasiaakhaladze
@Nariama Ayumu I'm a nurse + studying cosmetology
@nariamaayumu1251
@Anastasia A. ooh i wish you the best sis!