(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla this song come on do the ratchet No cuffin' here puff puff it Ay, you I'm from L.A Stay ready we gotta get ready no Uh, pretty and a big butt her toot 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 feeling this Oh why, why, why, why, Loving grabbing the rhythm of your hips That's right, right, right, right,
[Hook: Rhythm is a dancer, I a companion 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 even Don't tell 'em, 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 ain't even even gotta 'em Don't tell 'em, tell 'em
[Verse 2: Know you say you with it Won't 'em how you hit the ground with 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 Marathon doll, I'm miles you worry about it, I can work it out
Only is you got me feeling 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 with it Got her leg shaking, James Brown it Drop it to the with it the whole town hit it Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. with it rich niggas, uptown Keep her close, we snipe, down And you know Pull up in the big ... y'all act you know Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't gotta tell 'em We kissin', we ain't tellin' Money 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 that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, Oh, oh...