Lyrics:

[Russell Lee]
Oh, yeah
Baby, I dont get down like that

Chorus: Russell Lee
Lady, youse a dime piece
And you lookin so sweet
But baby, I dont work it like that
I know you got them other fools
Who be paying for your jewels
But baby, I dont work it like that
Lady, youse a dime piece
And you lookin so sweet
But baby, I dont work it like that
I know you got them superstars
Who be paying for your cars
But baby, I dont work it like that

[Baby Bash]
(Verse 1)
Now you aint lyin, you aint lyin
No reezy, oh yeah, you fine
And you got that supa dupa with the
Big ol behind
Youse a dime, youse a ten and a half, you so throwed
But you better check credentials, baby girl, Im so cold
On top
The girl got degrees in computers
Off top
But she still golddiggin, workin at Hooters
I aint no peanut
So you cant put no salt in my game
You know how the chico do, I aint gots to explain
Baby boo, On Tha Cool, you diggin on me, Im diggin on you
We can have, our rendez-vous, and marinate, in a hotel room
Dinner and a movie, its all groovy, I aint trippin
But you better stick with them bald players, bout
All them trickin, though

Repeat Chorus

(Verse 2)
Really, really though
Baby, you watchin too many videos
Hangin with them silly hoes
Got you where your fenced to go
Out the door, so fast, so quick
Even though you so yummy, you, uh
You so thick
Uh uh
I got
Rules and regulations
And guidelines
Im in the game, you must wanna suck up from the sidelines
I ride for muscle, where I am bout to have
Near hundred
Actin funny, tryin push up on a hustle money
Even though I want ya
I really doesnt need ya
I guess you got to play the field to appreciate the way I please ya
And dont confuse me for a ca-ah-Captain Save A
Yeah, you a dime, but baby, Im bout that paper

Repeat Chorus

[Russell Lee (Baby Bash in background)]
We dont get down like that (Let em know)
We dont get down like that (Uh, let em know, let em know)
We dont get down like that (Let em know, let em know)
We dont get down like that (Ha ha)

[Rasheed {Russell Lee in background}]
Ugh
Aw nah
You golddiggin breezes, whats wrong with yall (Wrong with yall)
Ugh
Aw nah
You golddiggin breezes, whats wrong with yall {Lady}

Repeat Chorus

[Baby Bash] Hey yo, Hap, Hap
Bring that rhythm back
[Russell Lee] Oooh la la la
Baby, Im so high (La, la)
Oooh la la la
Baby, Im so high (Ooh)
Oooh la la la (La la)
Baby, Im so high
Oooh la, la, la (La la)
Baby, Im so high
[Baby Bash] Ah