DJ Mustard - Don't Tell Em (Rick Ross Remix) lyrics

[Produced By: DJ Mustard] [Intro: YG] 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, f** you 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 [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Pull up to the spot, I see she blowing thick smoke Stepping out of wide body and she thick (Wooo) You've been misrepresented if you fufu If your man fake, that goes for you too I'm on a beach, White T and my cuban link We at the table, bottles coming like I hit a Brink Ass fat, nice rack, let me see you wiggle Smoke loud for the pound, now they hit a n***a Speed boat, dope boy, call it gamble flu You of them, one of them, still a criminal I'm in the back, know you see me, ain't gotta front Red and black Rolex, this a one of one Hood Billionaire, damn right, the biggest one Stalley drop pills, double M we get it done Fast money, boy [?] wanna run it Take one, on the table toss a couple hundred [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 a** rewindin' Only with you got it feel like this Ooh why, why, why, why, why Loving while grabbing the rhythm 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 b**h She been plottin on me for a cool minute She wanna' s** my dick, and I'm cool with it I like girls in the shower, when its winter fresh It's that Twitter p**y 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 n***a think she faithful, but she runnin game YOLO, so take me out these Polos And we can f** 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 [Hook: Jeremih]