(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla When this song come on do the No cuffin' puff puff pass it Ay, you know I'm L.A Stay we ain't gotta get ready no Uh, face and a big butt her toot it then I boot it like the World Cup She it bua, buaka, bua-bua She let me hit it pah-pah
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: is a dancer, I need a companion Girl I that must be you Body like the summer, fuck you like no Don't you 'em what 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, tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't 'em
[Verse 2: Know you say you down it tell 'em how you hit the ground with it Girl you know I'm Chicago I act a fool, Bobby Brown it (in it) Nobody me out though You got bring 'em down the South Pole doll, I'm putting miles Don't you about it, I can work it out
Only is you got me feeling this Oh why, why, why, why, Loving while 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, never hit it I stay, hah You know I act the fool, Bobby with it Got her leg shaking, Brown with 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 rich niggas, Keep her close, we snipe, down And you know up in the big ... y'all act like you know Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You even gotta tell 'em We ain't kissin', we ain't Money to the ceiling, hah (Montana!)
Don't tell 'em, tell '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 rhythm 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...