(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty $ign] this song come on do the ratchet No cuffin' here puff pass it Ay, you know I'm L.A ready we ain't gotta get ready no Uh, pretty face and a big 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, Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your That's right, right, right, right,
Jeremih] Rhythm is a dancer, I a companion I guess that must be you Body like the summer, you like no other Don't you tell 'em we do Don't tell 'em, tell 'em, you ain't even Don't tell 'em, tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't 'em You ain't even, don't tell 'em, don't 'em You ain't even, you ain't even gotta tell 'em tell 'em, don't tell 'em
[Verse 2: you say you down with it Won't 'em how you hit the ground with it Girl you I'm from Chicago I act a fool, Brown with it (in it) Nobody take me out You got gifts bring 'em down the South doll, I'm putting miles Don't you worry about it, I can it out
Only is you got me feeling 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, Brown with it Got her leg shaking, James with it Drop it to the with it the whole town hit it Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. with it Young niggas, uptown her close, we snipe, duck down And you know Pull up in the big ... y'all act like you tell 'em, don't tell 'em You even gotta tell 'em We ain't kissin', we tellin' stack to the ceiling, hah (Montana!)
Don't tell 'em, don't 'em no Right, right, right, right, right, right, Don't tell 'em, 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...