Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Fixxers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Blake
Composer
Jason Lewis
Composer
Lyrics
[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 bouncing on your tippy toes
When the beat drop, dip and make the booty roll
[Verse 2]
Cold piece of work filling out your mini skirt
It's Saturday night, you'll prolly wear that shit to church
You sick of lame dudes frontin' with an attitude
Talkin' 'bout their rims and all they damn tennis shoes
[Verse 3]
I got some grown man game for your bluetooth
I'm hot, middle of winter, coupe, no roof
You used to sushi, vino, and some calamari
You want a **** that might grow up to be somebody
[Verse 4]
O.T. resorts by the sea, sand between ya' toes, umbrellas in ya' drinks
Worldwide aim, hit me on the Gmail
I brought my boy with me so bring another female
[Verse 5]
Diamonds on my fingers, a couple on my toes
Walked into the party and seen so many ****
Can U werk wit dat? Can U werk wit dat? Can U werk wit dat?
(I can werk wit dat)
Cali to the A, we speeding on the freeway
In the stretch LS, baby, we hood fellas
Can U werk wit dat? Can U werk wit dat? Can U werk wit dat?
(I can werk wit dat)
[Verse 6]
Let me 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 Sofitel
It's room ten-twenty-four and I'm gon' meet you there
[Verse 7]
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 to stand you up and makes you nauseous
I'm late but can't go to sleep because your pussy gorgeous
[Verse 8]
It's quick, baby, I didn't drop the DJ
You might see me in GA just showin' off my LA
So many apple bottom freaks showin' belly
I might give 'em my celly and take it to the telly
[Verse 9]
She in the double-tree suites with her hands on her hips
I look in her eyes and smile on her lips
It's that southern hospitality, that's my reality
We hit the waffle house and finish with some Alize
[Verse 10]
Diamonds on my fingers, a couple on my toes
Walked in to the party and seen so many ****
Can U werk wit dat? Can U werk wit dat? Can U werk wit dat?
(I can werk wit dat)
Cali to the A, we speedin' on the freeway
In the stretch LS, baby, we hood fellas
Can U werk wit dat? Can U werk wit dat? Can U werk wit dat?
(I can werk wit dat)
Written by: David Blake, Jason Lewis