(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla When this song come on do the No here puff puff pass it Ay, you I'm from L.A Stay ready we ain't gotta get no Uh, pretty and a big butt Told her toot it then I boot it like the 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 That's right, right, right, right,
Jeremih] Rhythm is a dancer, I a companion Girl I guess must be you Body the summer, fuck you like no other you tell 'em what we do Don't tell 'em, tell 'em, you ain't even Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't 'em You ain't even, don't 'em, don't tell 'em You even, you ain't even even gotta tell 'em tell 'em, don't tell 'em
[Verse 2: you say you down with it Won't tell 'em how you hit the with it Girl you I'm from Chicago I act a fool, Bobby Brown it (in it) Nobody me out though You got gifts bring 'em 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, while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That's right, right, right, right,
[Verse 3: French from 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 with it Got her leg shaking, James Brown it Drop it to the with it Heard the town hit it Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. Brown it Young niggas, uptown Keep her close, we snipe, duck And you know Pull up in the big ... y'all act like you Don't '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, tell 'em, don't tell 'em no Why, why, why, why you do that, oh Just the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, You you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh...