Right There-Chinx Drugz/Juicy J/French Montana

Donkey on her back side, she holdin' On that white liquor, she Patronin' All the hustlers know about her, money all around her She bust open that flower for a dollar holla Man that b**ch right there, look at that b**ch right there, look at that b**ch right there B**ch right there, look at that b**ch right there, look at that b**ch right there B**ch right there, look at that b**ch right there, look at that b**ch right there B**ch right there, look at that b**ch right there, look at that b**ch right there I be turned up to the max, goin' off with them racks Made it in with my strap, up in here with them hats Keep my swisher full of that gas, twenty five on her back Small waist, all a**. Throw that p**sy clean with no mags In that horse stance, she bold legged. When she walk, she look like she shakin' Twenty foot long, I hit, I'm gon' change it Man these hoes, thank God they low maintenance Keep my hoes in pocket, cue ball. Hit the club and scoop two more Your money funny, Duval. You b**ch ni**a, RuPaul Lock eyes when I seen her. A** just like Trina Scoop 'em off the street and you clean 'em. Give 'em dick, I don't feed 'em Racked up, I'm freezin'. Heart cold, I'm bleedin' Damn look at that b**ch, man that a** fat for no reason Juicy J always stay faded. Cali, loud pills and ladies Geek'd up in the Mercedes, kush blowin' like a 380 My bad b**ches on drugs, bought the whole bar some love While hoes be shakin' they a**, I'm throwin' that cash and sippin' that mud A quarter pound and a double cup. I'm trippy mane, I don't give a f**k Molly make her give it up. Them bands here, ho give it up A** all in my lap, she know the words to my rap Model b**ch from the front, Cherokee from the back Hour glass frame, keep my name in her mouth The stand on this red bone, I know she from the south B**ch you know I stay stuntin'. Got more games than Playstation Tip a b**ch one more time, that b**ch going on vacay Big shout out to yo' lady, she downloadin' like data Montana that pimp. Florida state, them gators Hundred bands in this b**ch, then we roll out My New Orleans b**ch got that super dome ahh See that p**sy poppin' what she twerkin' wit Throw a hundred bands on that pole, turbulence Game we perfected, now we run the city. F-f-f-first we hit Perfection's then Sin City Sh-sh-shawty buss it open then she bring a friend She know they in front them niggas really got them M's Miss-Miss-Mister. Hann, M-Montana. Chinx Drugz fall rock, put that camera on her...