Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucas & Steve
Programming
Blackstreet
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Teddy Riley
Songwriter
William "Skylz" Stewart
Songwriter
Chauncey Hannibal
Songwriter
Bill Withers
Songwriter
Queen Pen
Songwriter
Vick Richard S III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blackstreet
Producer
Lucas de Wert
Producer
Nathan Dawe
Mixing Engineer
Steven Jansen
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You know what?
Lucas & Steve
Blackstreet
No diggity, no doubt
[Verse 2]
Shorty, get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, 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 (Wow)
I think about the girl all the time (Wow, wow)
[Verse 3]
East Side to the West Side
Pushing phat rides, it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking 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?
[Verse 4]
I like the way you work it
No diggity
I got to bag it up
[Verse 5]
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, yeah)
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
[Verse 6]
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 (Hey yo, that girl looks good)
Hey-yo, hey-yo, hey-yo, hey-yo (Play on, play on, player)
[Verse 7]
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pile
Baby never act wild
Very low-key on the profile
Catching feelings is a no
Let me tell you how it goes
Herb's the word, spin's the verb
Lovers hit curbs, so frequent to her (Oh)
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
I like the way you work it
Trump tight all day, every day
You're blowing my mind, maybe in time
Baby, I can get you in my ride
[Verse 10]
I like the way you work it
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 (Bag it up, yeah)
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
[Verse 11]
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 (No diggity, no doubt, baby)
[Verse 12]
Hey-yo, hey-yo, hey-yo, hey-yo
Hey-yo, hey-yo, hey-yo, hey-yo
Written by: Bill Withers, Chauncey Hannibal, Edward Theodore Riley, Lynise Walters, Richard Vick, William "Skylz" Stewart