(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty $ign] When this come on do the ratchet No cuffin' here puff pass it Ay, you I'm from L.A Stay ready we gotta get ready no Uh, pretty and a big butt Told her toot it 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 like Oh why, why, why, why, Loving grabbing the rhythm of your hips right, right, right, right, right
[Hook: Rhythm is a dancer, I a companion Girl I that must be you like the summer, fuck 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, don't 'em You ain't even, you even gotta tell 'em Don't 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, don't tell 'em, tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even even tell 'em Don't 'em, don't tell 'em
[Verse 2: you say you down with it Won't 'em how you hit the ground with it you know 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 putting you worry about it, I can work it out
Only is you got me feeling like Oh why, why, why, why, Loving while grabbing the rhythm of hips right, 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 I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it Got her leg shaking, James with it Drop it to the with it Heard the whole hit it Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. Brown it Young rich niggas, Keep her close, we snipe, duck And you already Pull up in the big ... act like you know Don't tell 'em, don't 'em You ain't even gotta 'em We ain't kissin', we ain't stack 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 like that, yeah, yeah, yeah Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, You know I it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh...