I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

Shit I gotta go and get a bag Gotta go and get a bag Wake up in the morning I gotta go and get a bag Momma need it real bad I gotta go and get a bag (bag, bag) Twenties, fifties, hundreds Dior, Gucci, 'Rari, two seat She's a movie, but means nothing to me

Long as I can see the light. Long as I can see the light Put a candle in the window Though I'm goin', goin' I'll be comin' home soon 'Cause I feel I've gotta move. Pack my bag and let's get moving 'Cause I'm bound to drift awhile.

I'm the one that won't know how it feels But I think we both know how it feels And took a ride 'cause I spent cash on them wheels Go get your bag, girl, I'm not the third wheel How it feels Gotta make it so hot like fire drills (ayy) You're still a bad

Double talkin' jive get the money motherfucker 'Cause I got no more patience Found a head and an arm in da garbage can Don't know why I'm here Livin' on the run for oh so long I gotta go collect Double talkin' I got (lies) No more patience man Back in