(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, [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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

(repeat 1, 1, 1, 1)

(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 [bad word] tight, all day, every day
You're blowing my mind, maybe in time
Baby, I can get you in my ride
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