[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Shawty my type tonight, you know I’m kind of picky
She saying ''I love New York'', I’m saying ''welcome to my city''
Corporate type, I'm finna strip her to her Vicky's
She about her business, why you think she fucking with me?
I could smoke to the rhythm, see I'm really not a dancer
G-Unit plus Jeremih equal summertime anthem
It’s hot now, time to put the top down
I’m here, girl, I’m coming around your block now
[Chorus: 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 don't even, don't tell 'em
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 don't even, don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
You don't even, you don't even even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
[Verse 2: 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 though
You got gifts, bring 'em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, I'm puttin' miles
Don’t you worry 'bout it, might gon' work it out
Only is you got me feeling like this oh why, why, why, why
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right
Shawty my type tonight, you know I’m kind of picky
She saying ''I love New York'', I’m saying ''welcome to my city''
Corporate type, I'm finna strip her to her Vicky's
She about her business, why you think she fucking with me?
I could smoke to the rhythm, see I'm really not a dancer
G-Unit plus Jeremih equal summertime anthem
It’s hot now, time to put the top down
I’m here, girl, I’m coming around your block now
[Chorus: 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 don't even, don't tell 'em
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 don't even, don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
You don't even, you don't even even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
[Verse 2: 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 though
You got gifts, bring 'em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, I'm puttin' miles
Don’t you worry 'bout it, might gon' work it out
Only is you got me feeling like this oh why, why, why, why
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right
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