No Diggity - Oli Brown

Shorty in 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, true player way

I can’t get her out of my mind

(What?)

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 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 try to bag it up, bag it up

I like the way you work it

I like the way you work it

I like the way you work it

She’s got class and style

She’s managed by the town

Baby, never act wild

Very low key on the profile

Catching, catching villains 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

Rolin' 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

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Hey yo, that girl looks good

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Play on, play on playette

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

You’re my kind of girl, no diggity

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Hey

'Cause that’s my peeps and we row G

Flying first class from New York City to Black street

What you know about me?

Not a motherfucking thing

Cartier wooded frames sported by my shortie

As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring

We be’s the baddest clique up on the scene

Ain’t you getting bored with these fake ass broads

I shows and proves, no doubt, I be takin' you, so

Please excuse, if I come across rude

That’s just me and that’s how the playettes got to be

Stay kicking game with a capital G

Ax the peoples on my block, I’m as real as can be

Word is bond, faking jacks never been my flava

So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Chauncy

I be sitting in car, let’s say around 3:30

Queen Pen and Black street, it’s no diggity