Songwriters: Robinson, Bob; Ifill, Ken; Lapread, Ronald; Hill, Kenneth; Jackson, John; Shaw, Ernesto; Richie, Lionel; Washington, Tamia; Kelley, Tim;Baby girl, Desert Storm    I can't really explain it, I'm so into you now  I wanna be more than a friend to you now  When they ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now  And I don't bring the problems from the 90's in the 2 thou    There's no reason to have a friend or two now  'Cuz the kids ready to tell you, how he feel in a few vows  Maybe, I speak in general now  But girl, I'm gonna do whatever just to keep a grin on you now    Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now  What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?  Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou  On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow    I ain't concerned with other men would do now  As long as when I slide up in you, you growl  And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now  And I ain't jealous, it's the principle now    I really like what you've done to me  I can't really explain it, I'm so into you  I really like what you've done to me  I can't really explain it, I'm so into you    Come on ma, it's more than a flashin'  I would've traded it all in orderly fashion  My villa in Florida, we crashin'  Just off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin'    The Drop top 3 in a quarter, we dashin'  Flawless diamonds in the water, we flashin'  The money, we oughta be stashin'  I make sure every quarter be cashed in  I can't really explain it    My friends be thinking I'm slippin'  These girls be thinking I'm trippin'  What kinda weed you be smokin'  What typa drinks you be sippin'    Sweet thing  Just to think of you dippin'  Would have me with the blue, so hard  You would think I was crippin'    Now you relaxin' in the Benz, credit cards with no limits  So, you don't worry about maxing, when you spends  But since you been asking about the friends  How'd you like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends    I really like what you've done to me  I can't really explain it, I'm so into you  I really like what you've done to me  I can't really explain it, I'm so into you    I don't wanna trip, but truth is, girl, the way you cook a stake  Remind me of them trips to Ruth Chris  You love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is  With you, it ain't because my whips is ruthless    So, sit on chrome, dipped up deuces  And you ain't flattered by Canary NVS, dipped tay seusses  Other ballers look dumb when they press you  Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda number's impress you    Even though I was somewhat successful  Being a player was becoming too stressful  But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue  My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special    Let's fly to St. Bart, while the villa being painted  Just so we can get really acquainted  The love is real, there's no way it can feel like it's tainted  But, I can't really explain it, yeah    I really like what you've done to me  I can't really explain it, I'm so into you  I really like what you've done to me  I can't really explain it, I'm so into you    I really like what you've done to me  I can't really explain it, I'm so into you  I really like what you've done to me  I can't really explain it, I'm so into you    Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no  So into you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah      © MR MANATTI MUSIC; DURO MUSIC; LIBREN MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; JOBETE MUSIC CO INC; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; NO QUESTION ENTERTAINMENT; J BRASCO; CAMBRAE MUSIC;    these lyrics are last corrected by wenDpooh