(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla When this song come on do the No cuffin' puff puff pass it Ay, you I'm from L.A Stay we ain't gotta get ready no Uh, face and a big butt Told her it then I boot it like the World Cup She make it bua, buaka, She let me hit it pah-pah
Only is you got me feeling this Oh why, why, why, why, while grabbing the rhythm of your hips right, right, right, right, right
[Hook: Rhythm is a dancer, I need a Girl I guess must be you like the summer, fuck you like no other Don't you 'em what we do Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even gotta 'em Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, don't tell 'em, tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even even gotta 'em Don't tell 'em, don't 'em
2: Jeremih] Know you say you with it Won't tell 'em how you hit the with it Girl you I'm from Chicago I act a fool, Bobby with it (in it) take me out though You got gifts bring 'em down the South Marathon doll, I'm miles Don't you about it, I can work it out
Only is you got me like this Oh why, why, why, why, Loving while grabbing the of your hips That's right, right, right, right,
[Verse 3: Montana] Shawty the back, met her in the A Hit it at the 'tel, hit it where I stay, hah You know I act the fool, Bobby with it Got her leg shaking, Brown with it Drop it to the ground it the whole town hit it Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. with it Young rich niggas, her close, we snipe, duck down And you know Pull up in the big ... y'all act you know tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't gotta tell 'em We ain't kissin', we ain't Money to the ceiling, hah (Montana!)
Don't tell 'em, tell 'em no Right, right, right, right, right, right, Don't tell 'em, don't 'em no Why, why, why, why you do that, oh keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, You know you that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, Oh, oh...