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