(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla this song come on do the ratchet No cuffin' here puff puff it Ay, you know I'm L.A Stay ready we gotta get ready no Uh, face and a big butt Told her toot it then I boot it like the Cup She it bua, buaka, bua-bua She let me hit it like
Only is you got me feeling like Oh why, why, why, why, while 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 Body the summer, fuck you like no other you tell 'em what we do Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you even Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You even, you ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, tell 'em
2: Jeremih] Know you say you with 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) take me out though You got gifts bring 'em down the Pole Marathon doll, I'm putting Don't you worry it, I can work it out
Only is you got me feeling this Oh why, why, why, why, Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your 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 I act the fool, Bobby 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 pass it to my man, D. with it rich niggas, uptown Keep her close, we snipe, down And you already Pull up in the big ... y'all act like you Don't tell 'em, don't '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, tell '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 you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, Oh, oh...