(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty $ign] When this come on do the ratchet No cuffin' here puff puff it Ay, you I'm from L.A Stay ready we ain't get ready no Uh, pretty and a big butt 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,
[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 tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't even Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you even gotta tell 'em Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You even, don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you even even gotta tell 'em Don't 'em, don't tell 'em
[Verse 2: Know you say you with it Won't tell 'em how you hit the ground it you know I'm from Chicago I act a fool, Bobby Brown it (in it) Nobody take me out You got gifts bring 'em the South Pole doll, I'm putting miles Don't you about it, I can work it out
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,
[Verse 3: Montana] Shawty the back, met her in the A Hit it at the 'tel, never hit it I stay, hah You know I act the fool, Bobby with it Got her leg shaking, James Brown it it to the ground with it Heard the town hit it Hit it then I it to my man, D. Brown with it Young niggas, uptown her close, we snipe, duck down And you know Pull up in the big ... y'all act like you tell '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 '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 keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, You I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh...