(Dolla, $ign) on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: Ty $ign] When this song on do the ratchet No cuffin' here puff pass it Ay, you know I'm L.A Stay ready we ain't get ready no Uh, face and a big butt Told her toot it then I boot it the World Cup She it bua, buaka, bua-bua She let me hit it pah-pah
Only is you got me feeling this 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 like the summer, fuck you like no other Don't you 'em what we do Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, tell 'em You ain't even, don't tell 'em, don't 'em You ain't even, you even even gotta tell 'em tell 'em, don't 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) take me out though You got bring 'em down the South Pole Marathon doll, I'm miles Don't you worry about it, I can it out
Only is you got me feeling this Oh why, why, why, why, Loving while the rhythm of your 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 know I act the fool, Brown with it Got her leg shaking, James with it Drop it to the ground it the whole town hit it Hit it I pass it to my man, D. Brown with it Young niggas, uptown Keep her close, we snipe, duck And you know up in the big ... y'all 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 'em, don't tell '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...