(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla When this song come on do the No cuffin' here puff pass it Ay, you I'm from L.A Stay ready we gotta get ready no Uh, face and a big butt Told her toot it then I boot it the World Cup She make it bua, buaka, She let me hit it pah-pah
Only is you got me feeling this Oh why, why, why, why, Loving while grabbing the rhythm of hips That's right, right, right, right,
Jeremih] Rhythm is a dancer, I need a I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fuck you like no Don't you tell 'em we do Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You even, you ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, tell 'em You ain't even, tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you even 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, Bobby with it (in it) Nobody me out though You got gifts 'em down the South Pole Marathon doll, I'm putting Don't you 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] 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, Brown with it it to the ground with it Heard the whole hit it Hit it then I it to my man, D. Brown with it Young rich niggas, Keep her close, we snipe, duck And you know Pull up in the big ... act like you know tell 'em, don't tell 'em You even gotta tell 'em We kissin', we ain't tellin' stack to the ceiling, hah (Montana!)
Don't tell 'em, tell '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 like that, yeah, yeah, Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, You know I it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh...