No Diggity
Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox feat. Ariana Savalas Lyrics

Shorty, get down, good Lord
Addressing a woman to dance suggestively

Baby got ′em open all over town
The woman is sexy, attracting attention everywhere

Strictly biz, she don't play around
The woman is all business and doesn't mess around

Cover much ground, cocaine by the pound
The woman is well-traveled and deals with drugs

Getting paid is a forte
Making money is one of her strong suits

Each and every day, true player way
Daily life is about playing hard like a true player

I can′t get her out of my mind
The woman is constantly on his mind

(Say what) I think about the girl all the time (wow wow)
He can't stop thinking about her all the time

East side to the west side Pushing phat rides, ain't no surprise
Traveling and owning expensive cars is common for her

She got tricks in the stash Stacking up the cash Quick when it comes to the gas
The woman is clever with hidden resources, always making quick money

By no means average It's always she′s got to have it
She is unique and always wants something

Baby, you′re a perfect ten, I wanna get in Let me come in, so I can win
She's hot and he wants to be with her to improve his chances

I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it, bag it up now
He likes the way she flirts and wants to win her over

She's got class and style And balance by the pound
She is elegant, fashionable, and weighs a lot

Shorty, never act wild Very low key on the profile
The woman is calm and maintains a low profile

Catching feelings is a no Let me tell you how it goes Curves the words, spins the verbs Lovin′ it curves so freak what you heard
She doesn't want a relationship; she uses smooth talk to seduce people

Rollin' with the phatness You never quite know what the half is
She's rich and has secrets

You got to pay to play Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way
To get her attention, he has to pay

Top notch, Trumped tight, every day You′re blowing my mind, baby, in time Maybe, I can get you in my ride
She's high-quality, impressing him, and he wants her in his car, eventually

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo Hey yo, damn that girl looks good Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo Play on, play on play on Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo Damn that girl looks good Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo No no no
Various expressions of admiration for the woman's looks

I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I′m hunting, looking for a come up This is freaking awesome
He has little money, but shops at thrift stores for a cheap come up and thinks it's amazing

Now I′m gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come up This is freaking awesome
Repeating the previous lines

Now, now I′m gonna pop some tags (I like the way you work it) No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up now
Repeating the chorus and describing his attraction to the woman