Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fucking like no other Don’t you tell ‘em what we do Don’t tell ‘em Don’t tell ‘em You don't even Don’t tell ‘em You don't even You don't even gotta tell 'em Don’t you tell ‘em Don’t you tell ‘em You and me Don’t you tell ‘em Don’t you tell ‘em You and me Don’t you tell ‘em Don’t you tell ‘em
[Verse 1: Jeremih] Know you say you down wit it Won’t tell em how you hit the ground wit it Girl you know I’m from Chicago, I act a fool, bobby brown wit it (in it) Nobody take me out tho You got gifts bring em down the south pole Marathon doll gon' puttin' miles Don’t you worry bout it might gon' work it out Only is you got me feeling like this oohh why, why, why, why Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That’s right, right, right, right, right
[Hook: Jeremih]
[Verse 2: Jeremih] Girl you fufu wit it But you know I know what to do wit it I get it that girl I’m talking laps You said you got to pull wit it And she say she with your best friends Then let me be down wit You know you feeling now so press play Just keep that ass rewindin' Only wit you got it feel like this Ooh why, why, why, why, why Loving and grabbing the rhythm of the hips That’s right, right, right, right, right
[Hook: Jeremih]
[Verse 2: YG] Throw it up 9-3-4, 8-6-1-6 I gotta 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 its wet and fresh It’s that 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 belly I keep a stack of hundreds like I keep a secret If anything you were just exploring, 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
[Bridge: Jeremih] Only you got me feeling like this Oh why, why, why Loving and grabbing the rhythm of the hips