(Verse 1) Shorty in down, good Lord Baby got em up open all over town Strictly biz, she don't play around Cover much grounds, got game by the pound Getting paid as a forty Each and every day, true player way I can't get it out of my mind I think about the girl all the time
East side to the west side Pushing phat rides, it's no surprise She got tricks in the stash Stacking up the cash Fast when it comes to the gas By no means average As almost she's got the heaven Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in Can I get down, so I can win
1-I like the way you work it No diggity, I try to bag it up, bag it up
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(Verse 2) She's got class and style Street knowledge by the pow Baby never act wild Very low key on the profile Catching feelings is unknown Let me tell you how it goes Curve's the words, spin's the verbs Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
Going with the phatness You don't even know what the half is You gotta pay to play Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way I like the way you work it Trumped tight, all day, every day You're blowing my mind, maybe in time Baby, I can get you in my ride (rpt 1...)