(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla this song come on do the ratchet 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 Told her it then 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 this Oh why, why, why, why, Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your right, right, right, right, right
[Hook: Rhythm is a dancer, I a companion Girl I guess that be you like the summer, fuck you like no other Don't you 'em what we do Don't 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't even Don't tell 'em, don't 'em You ain't even, you even gotta tell 'em tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you even even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't 'em
2: Jeremih] Know you say you with it tell 'em how you hit the ground with it Girl you I'm from Chicago I act a fool, Brown with it (in it) take me out though You got gifts 'em down the South Pole Marathon doll, I'm miles Don't you worry it, I can work it out
Only is you got me like this Oh why, why, why, why, Loving grabbing the rhythm of your hips That's 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, James Brown it Drop it to the with it Heard the whole hit it Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. with it rich niggas, uptown Keep her close, we snipe, duck And you know up in the big ... y'all act like 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, 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 keep the rhythm 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...