No Diggity - Sam Wilkes & Brian Green Sample Free Remix

Yeah, you know what?

I like the players

No diggity, no doubt

Get down, good Lord

Baby got 'em open all over town

Strictly biz, she don't play around

Cover much grounds, got game by the pound

Gettin' paid is her forte

Each and every day, true player way

I can't get her outta my mind (Well)

I think about the girl all the time (Well, well)

Eastside to the Westside

Pushin' phat rides, it's no surprise

She got tricks in the stash, stackin' up the cash

Fast when it comes to the gas

By no means average

She's on when 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)

I like the way you work it (No diggity)

I got to bag it up (Bag it up, girl)

I like the way you work it (No diggity)

I got to bag it up (Bag it up)

I like the way you work it (No diggity)

I got to bag it up

She's got class and style

Street knowledge by the pound

Baby never act wild

Very low key on the profile

Catchin' feelings is a no

Let me tell you how it goes

Herb's the word, spin's the verb

Lovers it curves, so freak what you heard

Rollin' with the phatness

You don't even know what the half is

You've got to pay to play

Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way

I like the way you work it

Trump tight all day, every day

You're blowin' my mind, maybe in time

Baby, I can get you in my ride

I like the way you work it (No diggity)

I got to bag it up (Bag it up)

I like the way you work it (No diggity)

I got to bag it up

I like the way you work it (No diggity)

I got to bag it up (Bag it up, baby)

I like the way you work it (No diggity)

I got to bag it up (Hey, yeah)

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, player

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

You're my kind of girl

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Hey yo

'Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep

Flyin' first class from New York City to Blackstreet

What you know about me? Not a motherfuckin' thing

Cartier wooden frames sported by my shorty

As for me, icy gleamin' pinky diamond ring

We be's the baddest clique up on the scene

Ain't you gettin' bored with these fake-ass broads?

I shows and proves, no doubt, I've been diggin' you so

Please excuse if I come across rude, that's just me

And that's how a player's got to be

Stay kickin' game with a capital G

Ask the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be

Word is bond, fakin' jax ain't never been me

So Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Chauncey

I'll be sendin' a car, let's say around three thirty

Queen Pen and Blackstreet

I like the way you work it (No diggity)

I got to bag it up (Got to get it goin' on)

I like the way you work it (No diggity)

I got to bag it up

I like the way you work it (No diggity)

I got to bag it up

I like the way you work it (No diggity)

I got to bag it up (Yeah, baby)

Yeah, play on, play on, 'cause I like it

No diggity, no doubt, yeah

We out, we out, we out, we out