(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty $ign] this song 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, face and a big butt her toot 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 like Oh why, why, why, why, Loving while grabbing the rhythm of hips right, 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 tell 'em we do Don't tell 'em, don't 'em, you ain't even tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even gotta 'em tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, don't tell 'em, 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 down it Won't 'em how you hit the ground with 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 down the South Marathon doll, I'm putting Don't you worry it, I can work it out
Only is you got me like this Oh why, why, why, why, Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your right, 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 Brown it Got her leg shaking, Brown with it Drop it to the ground it Heard the town hit it Hit it I pass it to my man, D. Brown with it Young rich niggas, Keep her close, we snipe, duck And you already Pull up in the big ... y'all act like you Don't tell 'em, tell 'em You ain't gotta tell 'em We kissin', we ain't tellin' stack 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 Just keep the rhythm that, yeah, yeah, yeah Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, You you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh...