(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla When song come on do the ratchet No here puff puff pass it Ay, you I'm from L.A Stay ready we gotta get ready no Uh, pretty face and a big Told her toot it I boot it like the World 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,
[Hook: Rhythm is a dancer, I need a Girl I guess must be you Body the summer, fuck you like no other Don't you 'em what we do Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even tell 'em Don't tell 'em, tell 'em You even, don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you even even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, tell 'em
[Verse 2: you say you down with it Won't tell 'em how you hit the ground it Girl you I'm from Chicago I act a fool, Bobby Brown it (in it) Nobody take me out You got gifts 'em down the South Pole doll, I'm putting miles Don't you worry about it, I can 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, hit it where 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 whole hit it Hit it I pass 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 ... act like you know tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even gotta 'em We ain't kissin', we ain't stack to the ceiling, hah (Montana!)
Don't tell 'em, don't 'em no Right, right, right, right, right, right, Don't tell 'em, tell 'em no Why, why, why, why you do that, oh Just keep the like that, yeah, yeah, yeah Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, You know you that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh...