[Rufus Blaq]
Don't worry [Repeat: x 2]

Yo Yo Yo you da bomb in ya lace wit da hot body
Work it out uh don't stop mommy
Drop on me
Can't afford to lose you
And watch all deze small time cats choose you
In tha third eye dey could abuse you
Hear you on da park bench sayin boohoo
All dese player hatas want to do is do you
Spend a little doe and brew you booze to
It ain't cristyle he bringin you bru bru
Showin you love shit dat few do

[Spindarella]
Oh is that so
Den who wuz dat hoe
That you wuz kissin on, trickin on, sippin mo
Hands in her pants on tha dance flo
Slow jam style to an uptempo
Ima put it down plain and simple
Funny style cats get lost to my flow

[Rufus Blaq chorus]
Don't Worry
My shorty
Don't you like tha way I dish out tha cash yeah yeah
Can't you understand dat I missed dat ass uh huh
Don't Worry
My Shorty
Baby I know you want to make it last
I'm da one datta take care of dat ass

[Spinderella]
Baby its real in my field and tha grass is green
You ain't got game you jus lie and scheme

[Rufus Blaq]
You wuznt talkin all dat when I wuz freakin you out
Eatin you out
But you taste sweet in my mouth

[Spinderella]
That ain't what its about
'cause love and respect
You can keep ya 6 figure checks and ya lex

[Rufus Blaq]
I remember when you wuz spendin dem
Whippin in my lex whitcha friends and dem
Ha ha

[spinderella]
I remember when a balla in tha makin
When I took you from Okies ta Tims

[Rufus Blaq]
Den I took myself from Tims ta Gators
I'm tha owner of tha team no longer a player

[Chorus]

[Rufus Blaq]
Keep ya mind on ya money and ya heart on keeping it
Luvs gon be der never try seeking it
If you ain't ballin don't try speaking it
You got a good girl you shouldn't be out freaking shit

I'm tha cure for tha common cat
Never been a typical and I woke let a nickel go
I love my shorty in all honesty
But I can't stop her if she gon leave me

I make mistakes straight up who don't
I fell for an ass in tha face who won't
I messed up damn now my girl want to jet
Gimme tha chance to progress

Now tell me
How many cats you know that got doe
And ain't gettin sweated fo tha cash flow
Its hard out there don't doubt me
We get down now shorty Stick it out wit me

[Chorus: x 2]

Tha things you do......
Tha things you do.....

Writer : RANDY MILLER, CHAD ELLIOTT, AL WEST, RUFUS MOORE
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC