Yo shorty you don't want no drama with me
Its heavy and these chicks is steadily fondling me
Diggie shot callin,
And I'm so tired of ballin
But i've been doing that these kids is new to that
Come inside my crib all you see is platinum plaques
Keep the gold ones in the back cause i'm ashamed of that
Now i lounge in the sticks dime piece on my hip
And i've been doing that since big stuff in eighty six
Something about you really turned me on and i can't figure you out
Cause everyday I'm thinking about diggin you out, what's that about?
I got visions of turning you out
Now i ain't like mike I'm simply just dwight arington myers
Got a grip like pliers keep my name of the wires cause my crew is high flyers
And i got more ice and more cream than bryers you want to try us?

(chorus)
Something about that thang,
That thang that you do,
Keeps me running back,
Running to you baby i can't imagine
Being without ya can't live without ya baby

Have you ever been treated correctly huh?
You should be glad you connected with d, baby you ready?
Imagine this hennesy, coat back, drop top,
You and me, one on one buckwildin non-stop
Flourish you with jew-ell rings real-ly
If you tell me that you do love me sincerely
Take the american express and go shopping
Put your coochie in gucci cause we ball in the night
Call your girls tell them that your flowing with water
And it's sickening cause this tricking is really out of order
I'll make you fingers glimmer, ill make your entire attire better
All up in ya liver,make your body quiver
Heav digga damn that, gon be the same nigga you understand that?
My main intent, is to pay your rent
And imma keep you satisfied, until the day i die alright

(chorus 2.5x)
Something about that thang,
That thang that you do,
Keeps me running back,
Running to you baby i can't imagine
Being without ya can't live without ya baby

Writer : MYERS, DWIGHT/DOFAT, TONY MARIO/CARTER, JAKE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group