(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty $ign] When this come on do the ratchet No cuffin' here puff pass it Ay, you know I'm L.A Stay ready we ain't get ready no Uh, pretty and a big butt Told her toot it 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 while the rhythm of your hips right, right, right, right, right
[Hook: Rhythm is a dancer, I a companion Girl I guess that be you Body like the summer, fuck you no other Don't you tell 'em we do Don't tell 'em, tell 'em, you ain't even tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't gotta tell 'em Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't 'em, don't tell 'em
2: Jeremih] Know you say you with it Won't tell 'em how you hit the with it Girl you I'm from Chicago I act a fool, Bobby with it (in it) take me out though You got gifts bring 'em down the 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] from the back, met her in the A Hit it at the 'tel, hit it where I stay, hah You I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it Got her leg shaking, James Brown it Drop it to the ground it the whole town hit it Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. Brown it rich niggas, uptown Keep her close, we snipe, duck And you already Pull up in the big ... act like you know Don't tell 'em, don't 'em You ain't gotta tell 'em We ain't kissin', we ain't Money to the ceiling, hah (Montana!)
Don't 'em, don't 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 the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, Oh, oh...