Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeremih
Vocals
YG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Schultz
Songwriter
Jeremy Felton
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Benito Benites
Songwriter
Thea Austin
Songwriter
John Garrett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mick Schultz
Producer
Mustard
Producer
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus]
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]
Know you said you're 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 gon' put in miles
Don't you worry 'bout it, I'm gon' work it out
[PreChorus]
Only it's you got me feeling like this
Oh, why, why, why, why, why
Loving while grabbing the rhythm your hips
That's right, right, right, right, right
[Chorus]
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 2]
Girl, he fufu with it
But you know I know what to do with it (I know what to do)
I give you that, girl, I'm talking laps
As if you got a pool in it
And see, she ain't with your best friends (Best friends)
Then let me be your diamond
You know you're feeling how your boy press play
Just keep that ass rewinding
[PreChorus]
Only it's you got me feeling like this
Oh, why, why, why, why, why
Loving while grabbing the rhythm your hips
That's right, right, right, right, right
[Chorus]
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 3]
Three, one, oh, nine, three, four, eight, six, one, six
I got a missed call from your bitch
She been plotting on me for a cool minute
She wanna suck my dick and I'm cool with it
I like her 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've been to that county, girl, I ain't telling
Handcuff you to that bed, girl, there ain't no bailing
I keep a stack of hunnids, I can keep a secret
If anything, you was exploring, you wasn't cheating
She got my number stored under fake names
Her **** think she faithful but she run the game, yolo
So take me out these Polos
And we can fuck from uno to ocho
[PreChorus]
Only it's you got me feeling like this
Oh, why, why, why, why, why
Loving while grabbing the rhythm your hips
That's right, right, right, right, right
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
No, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em
No, why, why, why
Why would you do, whoa
Just keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it on, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I want it, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Written by: Benito Benites, Dijon McFarlane, J. Garrett Iii, Jeremy Felton, Keenon Jackson, Michael Abram Schultz, Mick Schultz, Thea Austin