[Intro: T.I. & YG]
Hustle Gang, nigga, hood richin’
Hustle Gang ova errthang
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Got a man, he gon’ do it befo you do it
Ya amateur, just a man and ya wanna get to it
It’s jibberless and I just wanna get to it, man
I tried, told her bring a friend or I ain’t wanna do it
Hop a thot, spread out, aye there partner, show me where the head at
And a home girl a squirter, switch the bed ap
And I made her dammit, dat the one ya care bout?!
Huh, anyway, meet the grand off with gummy pants
I got ya bitch all on me, I don’t even wanna ask
Prolly ask her where the cow, whеre she goin’?
I tell ’еm fuck her, he ain’t hard and he knows it
Aye, man I swear this a heart when she blow it
She a whore, she be goin’, out the door when she throw it
Like the cars she be goin’ off, and like she wanna see
How far she can go down
And it ain’t far till she yellin’ out ‘oh Lord, will ya take it out?’
They the ones that wanna see me take it out
Bunch of bad bitches all around my whereabouts
Then who ya man is I don’t care about
If she got an ass on her, I’mma wear it out
This one thang she will neva do
Anything but what I tell her to
Aye, and here’s one thing that I tell her
Please, when you and him speak, don’t speak on me
[Chorus: Jeremih & T.I.]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
(I know ya want it, I can see ya want it too)
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no otha
(Aye, aye, I will)
Don’t ya tell em what we do (haha, haha, don’t tell that)
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em!
[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Know ya say ya down wid it
Won’t tell ’em how you hit the ground wid it
Girl ya know I’m from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown wid it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
Ya got gifts bring em down the South Pole
Marathon doll gon putting miles
Don’t you worry about it might gon work it out
[Pre-Chorus: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why!
Luvin while grabbing the rhythm of yo hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right!
[Chorus: Jeremih & T.I.]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
(Girl, know ya checkin’ fo me, ya see I’m checkin’ fo you)
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no otha
(Aye, aye, are we on?)
Don’t ya tell em what we do (haha, haha, ya bet)
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em!
[Verse 3: Jeremih]
Deli fool, fool wid it
But ya know I know what to do wid it
I get it that girl I’m talkin laps
Ya said you got to pull wid it
And she say she with yo best friends
Then let me beat it down and
Ya know ya feeling it now, so press play
Just keep that ass windin’
[Pre-Chorus: Jeremih]
Only wit you got it feel like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why!
Lovin’ and grabbin’ the rhythm of yo hips!
That’s right, right, right, right, right!
[Chorus: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no otha
Don’t ya tell em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em!
[Verse 4: YG]
3-1-0 9-3-4 8-6-1-6
I got a missed call from your bitch
She been plottin' on me for a cool minute
She wanna' suck my dick, and I'm cool with it
I like girls in the shower, when it's winter fresh
It’s some Twitter pussy, I met on the Internet
On my late-night thirsty, ‘cause it was late-night and I was thirsty
Girl, I been to that county girl, I ain't tellin'
Handcuff me to the bed, girl it ain't no bailin'
I keep a stack of hundreds, I can keep a secret
If anything you was explorin', you wasn’t cheating
She got my number stored under fake names
Her nigga think she faithful, but she runnin' game
YOLO, so take me out these Polos
And we can fuck from Uno to Ocho
[Pre-Chorus: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right
[Chorus: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl, I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuckin' like no other
Don't you tell 'em what we do
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't even
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em
You ain't even, you ain't even gotta tell 'em
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em
You ain't even, don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em
You ain't even, you ain't even even gotta tell 'em
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em
[Outro: Jeremih]
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, no
Why, why, why, why would you do (oh)
Just keep the rhythm like that, that (that, that)
Put in on like that, that (that, that)
I know you like that (that, that, that, that)
You know I want that (that, that, that, that)
Ohh oh-ohh oh-ohh oh-ohh
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