(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla When this song on do the ratchet No here puff puff pass it Ay, you I'm from L.A ready we ain't gotta get ready no Uh, pretty and a big butt Told her 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 like this Oh why, why, why, why, Loving grabbing the rhythm of your hips right, right, right, right, right
[Hook: Rhythm is a dancer, I a companion I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fuck you no other Don't you tell 'em we do Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you 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 tell 'em, don't 'em You ain't even, you ain't even even tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't 'em
2: Jeremih] Know you say you down it Won't tell 'em how you hit the with it you know I'm from Chicago I act a fool, Bobby Brown it (in it) take 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, 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, 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 with it the whole town hit it Hit it then I it to my man, D. Brown 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, tell 'em You even gotta tell 'em We ain't kissin', we ain't stack 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 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...