(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla When this song on do the ratchet No cuffin' puff puff pass it Ay, you know I'm L.A Stay ready we ain't gotta get no Uh, pretty and a big butt Told her toot it then I boot it the World Cup She it bua, buaka, bua-bua She let me hit it pah-pah
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,
[Hook: is a dancer, I need a companion 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 'em, you ain't even Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you even 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 even even gotta tell 'em tell 'em, don't tell 'em
[Verse 2: Know you say you with it Won't tell 'em how you hit the with it Girl you know I'm from I act a fool, Bobby Brown it (in it) Nobody take me out You got gifts bring 'em down the Pole Marathon doll, I'm putting Don't you about it, I can work it out
Only is you got me like this Oh why, why, why, why, Loving grabbing 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, hit it where I stay, hah You know I act the fool, Brown with it Got her leg shaking, James Brown 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 niggas, uptown Keep her close, we snipe, duck And you know Pull up in the big ... act like you know Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't gotta tell 'em We kissin', we ain't tellin' Money to the ceiling, hah (Montana!)
Don't tell 'em, don't 'em no Right, right, right, right, right, right, Don't 'em, don't tell '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 I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh...