Lyrics;. [Intro: DJ Mustard]. Mustard on the beat, ho. |--| [Hook: Jeremih]. 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 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 gotta tell 'em. Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em. [Verse 1: Jeremih]. Know you say you down with it. Won’t tell em how you hit the ground with it. Girl you know I’m from Chicago, I act a fool, Bobby Brown with 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, why. Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips. That’s right, right, right, right, right. [Hook: Jeremih]. [Verse 2: Jeremih]. Girl, he fufu with it. But you know I know what to do with it. I'll give you that, girl, I'm talking laps. As if you got a pool in it. And she say she ain't with your best friends. Then let me be your down man. You know you feeling how your boy press play. Just keep that ass rewindin'. Only is you got me feeling like this. Ooh why, why, why, why, why. Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips. That’s right, right, right, right, right. [Hook: Jeremih]. [Verse 3: 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 winter 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 bailin. 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 is you got me feeling like this. Ooh why, why, why, why, why. Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips. That’s right, right, right, right, right. [Hook: Jeremih].