[Verse 1:]
I can be a little picky
Blame the sticky-icky
Pick a bottle, get a glass
Down the sippy sippy
I see you baby keep bouncin' on your tippy toes
When the beat drop dip and make the booty roll
Cold piece of work fillin' out your mini skirt
It's Saturday night, should probably wear that shit to church
You sick of lame dudes frontin' wit attitude
Talking bout their rims and all they damn tennis shoes
I got some grown man game for your Bluetooth
I'm hot middle of winter coupe no roof
You used to sushi then you know want some calamari
You want a nigga that might grow up and be somebody
O.T resorts by the sea
Sand between your toes, umbrellas in your drinks
Worldwide aim
Hit me on the G-Mail
I brought my boy wit me so bring another female
[Chorus:]
Diamonds on my fingers, a couple on my toes
Walk in to the party and seen so many hoes
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
I can work wit that
Cali to the A
We speeding on the freeway
In the stretch LS, baby we hood fellas
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
I can work wit that
[Verse 2: DJ Quik]
Lemme do my job girl don't make it easy for me
Tomorrow morning make my eggs with onions cheesy for me
Come get the keys to the suite up at the soapy tail
True kid 24 and I'm goin' meet you there
Take a bubble bath
Get the robe out the closet and wait for me
Don't think that I'm afraid to toss it
You hate for me
Stand you up and makes you nauseous
I'm late but can't go to sleep because your pussy gorgeous
It's Quik baby
I don drop the DJ
You might see me in GA
Just showin' off my LA
Some many apple bottom freaks showin' belly
I might give
And take it to the telle
She in the DoubleTree suites
With her hands on her hips
A look in her eye and smile on her lips
It's that southern hospitality
That's my reality
We hit the waffle house and finish with some aleezay
[Chorus:]
Diamonds on my fingers, a couple on my toes
Walk in to the party and seen so many hoes
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
I can work wit that
Cali to the A
We speeding on the freeway
In the stretch LS, baby we hood fellas
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
I can work wit that
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[Verse 1:]
I can be a little picky
Blame the sticky-icky
Pick a bottle, get a glass
Down the sippy sippy
I see you baby keep bouncin' on your tippy toes
When the beat drop dip and make the booty roll
Cold piece of work fillin' out your mini skirt
It's Saturday night, should probably wear that shit to church
You sick of lame dudes frontin' wit attitude
Talking bout their rims and all they damn tennis shoes
I got some grown man game for your Bluetooth
I'm hot middle of winter coupe no roof
You used to sushi then you know want some calamari
You want a nigga that might grow up and be somebody
O.T resorts by the sea
Sand between your toes, umbrellas in your drinks
Worldwide aim
Hit me on the G-Mail
I brought my boy wit me so bring another female
[Chorus:]
Diamonds on my fingers, a couple on my toes
Walk in to the party and seen so many hoes
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
I can work wit that
Cali to the A
We speeding on the freeway
In the stretch LS, baby we hood fellas
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
I can work wit that
[Verse 2: DJ Quik]
Lemme do my job girl don't make it easy for me
Tomorrow morning make my eggs with onions cheesy for me
Come get the keys to the suite up at the soapy tail
True kid 24 and I'm goin' meet you there
Take a bubble bath
Get the robe out the closet and wait for me
Don't think that I'm afraid to toss it
You hate for me
Stand you up and makes you nauseous
I'm late but can't go to sleep because your pussy gorgeous
It's Quik baby
I don drop the DJ
You might see me in GA
Just showin' off my LA
Some many apple bottom freaks showin' belly
I might give
And take it to the telle
She in the DoubleTree suites
With her hands on her hips
A look in her eye and smile on her lips
It's that southern hospitality
That's my reality
We hit the waffle house and finish with some aleezay
[Chorus:]
Diamonds on my fingers, a couple on my toes
Walk in to the party and seen so many hoes
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
I can work wit that
Cali to the A
We speeding on the freeway
In the stretch LS, baby we hood fellas
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
I can work wit that
I can be a little picky
Blame the sticky-icky
Pick a bottle, get a glass
Down the sippy sippy
I see you baby keep bouncin' on your tippy toes
When the beat drop dip and make the booty roll
Cold piece of work fillin' out your mini skirt
It's Saturday night, should probably wear that shit to church
You sick of lame dudes frontin' wit attitude
Talking bout their rims and all they damn tennis shoes
I got some grown man game for your Bluetooth
I'm hot middle of winter coupe no roof
You used to sushi then you know want some calamari
You want a nigga that might grow up and be somebody
O.T resorts by the sea
Sand between your toes, umbrellas in your drinks
Worldwide aim
Hit me on the G-Mail
I brought my boy wit me so bring another female
[Chorus:]
Diamonds on my fingers, a couple on my toes
Walk in to the party and seen so many hoes
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
I can work wit that
Cali to the A
We speeding on the freeway
In the stretch LS, baby we hood fellas
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
I can work wit that
[Verse 2: DJ Quik]
Lemme do my job girl don't make it easy for me
Tomorrow morning make my eggs with onions cheesy for me
Come get the keys to the suite up at the soapy tail
True kid 24 and I'm goin' meet you there
Take a bubble bath
Get the robe out the closet and wait for me
Don't think that I'm afraid to toss it
You hate for me
Stand you up and makes you nauseous
I'm late but can't go to sleep because your pussy gorgeous
It's Quik baby
I don drop the DJ
You might see me in GA
Just showin' off my LA
Some many apple bottom freaks showin' belly
I might give
And take it to the telle
She in the DoubleTree suites
With her hands on her hips
A look in her eye and smile on her lips
It's that southern hospitality
That's my reality
We hit the waffle house and finish with some aleezay
[Chorus:]
Diamonds on my fingers, a couple on my toes
Walk in to the party and seen so many hoes
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
I can work wit that
Cali to the A
We speeding on the freeway
In the stretch LS, baby we hood fellas
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
Can you work wit that
I can work wit that