Baby Bash - Dime Piece lyrics

[Russell Lee] Oh, yeah Baby, I don't get down like that Chorus: Russell Lee Lady, you'se a dime piece And you lookin' so sweet But baby, I don't work it like that I know you got them other fools Who be paying for your j**els But baby, I don't work it like that Lady, you'se a dime piece And you lookin' so sweet But baby, I don't work it like that I know you got them superstars Who be paying for your cars But baby, I don't work it like that [Baby Bash] (Verse 1) Now you ain't lyin', you ain't lyin' No reezy, oh yeah, you fine And you got that supa dupa with the Big ol' behind You'se a dime, you'se a ten and a half, you so throwed But you better check credentials, baby girl, I'm so cold On top The girl got degrees in computers Off top But she still golddiggin', workin' at Hooters I ain't no peanut So you can't put no salt in my game You know how the chico do, I ain't gots to explain Baby boo, On Tha Cool, you diggin' on me, I'm diggin' on you We can have, our rendez-vous, and marinate, in a hotel room Dinner and a movie, it's all groovy, I ain't 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 I'm in the game, you must wanna s** 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 doesn't need ya I guess you got to play the field to appreciate the way I please ya And don't confuse me for a ca-ah-Captain Save A Yeah, you a dime, but baby, I'm 'bout that paper Repeat Chorus [Russell Lee (Baby Bash in background)] We don't get down like that (Let 'em know) We don't get down like that (Uh, let 'em know, let 'em know) We don't get down like that (Let 'em know, let 'em know) We don't get down like that (Ha ha) [Rasheed {Russell Lee in background}] Ugh Aw nah You golddiggin' breezes, what's wrong with y'all (Wrong with y'all) Ugh Aw nah You golddiggin' breezes, what's wrong with y'all {Lady} Repeat Chorus [Baby Bash] Hey yo, Hap', Hap' Bring that rhythm back [Russell Lee] Oooh la la la Baby, I'm so high (La, la) Oooh la la la Baby, I'm so high (Ooh) Oooh la la la (La la) Baby, I'm so high Oooh la, la, la (La la) Baby, I'm so high [Baby Bash] Ah