Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is a forte
Each and every day, [bad word] player way
I can't get her out of my mind
I think about you 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 [bad word] to the gas
By no means average
As long as she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Can I get down, so I can win

I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up 
(bag it up)

He's got class and style
He knowledge by the pound,
Baby never act wild
Very low key on the profile
Catchin' feelins is a no,
Let me tell you how it goes
Curve's the words, spin's the verbs 
Lovers it curves so freak what you heard

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
(Hey yo, that boy looks good)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
(He's got class and style)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
(Hey)

I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up 
(bag it up)