(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty $ign] When this song on do the ratchet No here puff puff pass it Ay, you know I'm L.A Stay ready we ain't get ready no Uh, pretty face and a big Told her toot it then I boot it the World Cup She it bua, buaka, bua-bua She let me hit it like
Only is you got me feeling this Oh why, why, why, why, while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That's right, right, right, right,
[Hook: Rhythm is a dancer, I need a Girl I that must be you Body the summer, fuck you like no other Don't you tell 'em we do Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't Don't tell 'em, tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't gotta tell 'em tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even even tell 'em Don't tell 'em, tell 'em
[Verse 2: Know you say you down it tell 'em how you hit the ground with it Girl you know I'm Chicago I act a fool, Brown with it (in it) Nobody me out though You got gifts bring 'em down the South Marathon doll, I'm putting Don't you about it, I can work it out
Only is you got me feeling like Oh why, why, why, why, Loving grabbing the rhythm of your hips That's right, right, right, right,
[Verse 3: French Shawty the back, met her in the A Hit it at the 'tel, never hit it I stay, hah You I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it Got her leg shaking, Brown with it Drop it to the ground it Heard the whole hit it Hit it then I it to my man, D. Brown with it Young rich niggas, Keep her close, we snipe, duck And you know Pull up in the big ... y'all act like you Don't tell 'em, tell 'em You even gotta tell 'em We kissin', we ain't tellin' stack to the ceiling, hah (Montana!)
Don't 'em, don't tell 'em no Right, right, right, right, right, right, Don't tell 'em, tell 'em no Why, why, why, why you do that, oh Just keep the rhythm that, yeah, yeah, yeah Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, You you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, Oh, oh...