(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla When this 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 face and a big Told her toot it 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 hips That's right, right, right, right,
Jeremih] Rhythm is a dancer, I need a Girl I guess that be you Body like the summer, fuck you no other Don't you 'em what we do Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't Don't tell 'em, tell 'em You even, you ain't even gotta 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: you say you down with it Won't tell 'em how you hit the ground it Girl you know I'm Chicago I act a fool, Brown with it (in it) Nobody me out though You got gifts bring 'em the South Pole Marathon doll, I'm miles Don't you about 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: French Shawty 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 ground 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, duck And you already Pull up in the big ... act like you know Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even tell 'em We ain't kissin', we tellin' stack to the ceiling, hah (Montana!)
Don't tell 'em, tell 'em no Right, right, right, right, right, right, Don't tell 'em, don't 'em no Why, why, why, why you do that, oh keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, You know you that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh...