Right Here (Explicit)

Right Here (Prod. By Kuya Beats Of The Invasion) - HBK Gang/IamSu/Skipper/Kool John

Lyrics by：HBK Gang

Composed by：HBK Gang

You my this is

Me but

My chains dancing like Chris Brown yeah

You talking money I'mma get down

We got the whole party shaking like a mad cow

On the grind money long like a beach towel

I hit the club get the money then I creep out

My hmop steez 'bout

Bringing freaks out grown freaks red bonds with they cheeks out

Like Kraft I'm all about my cheese get yeah

All rise the kings talking

This here be a real n***a theme song

Make way we about to put the team on

Beat the game like a n***a got the cheat codes

Yeah started from the bottom headed to a milli

She ride it like a bike I made her pop a wheelie

N***as hella mad cause' I'm popping in they city

And I'm all about the money from the nitty to the gritty

Ooohh this my s**t right here

I don't think ya'll know I don't think ya'll know

Ya'll don't got no idea ah ah

Ooohh this my s**t right here

I don't think ya'll know I don't think ya'll know

Ya'll don't got no idea

Yeap bum

Uhhhh

One time for the b***h n***a that took a shot

But got drunk before the point was across

Unh talking s**t from a distance and all

I reach you my n***as ain't for some different we are

Unh nice try no more nice guy when

I was getting married to the game you was rice guy

No guns stiff right make em' night night

I get you girl wetter than the San Fran high tide

I be toppin a bottle bottle

Get top my model model

Get money I do I do

I do it all for arrival

I get more money than lucky

That's 2Pac that's all show money in that shoe box

I got an A Town dame calling her crucy

Fans listen to me and fix they hand salute me

The game introduce me

The game gon' recruit me

I ran through her two piece

Tell em' bring it too deep and turn into a movie

Ooohh this my s**t right here

I all think ya'll know I don't think ya'll know

Ya'll don't got no idea ah ah

Ooohh this my s**t right here

I don't think ya'll know I don't think ya'll know

Ya'll don't got no idea

I go off like a pistol

You can get your issue

I ain't Too hort but you can blow me like a whistle

Bout' more than 5 dollars don't even give me a nickle

I get straight to it man I did it like a pitbull

Plain and simple get it popping

Like a pimple have her slobbing out the mouth

Like she got hit in the temple

It's real it's real it's really really real

Come holler at me later put the flavor in your ear

It's back to the facts it is the master of rap

I made a fax to the past

And now my flannel is wrap

Yo where's the camera at I got her cheesin'

She threw it back Hennessy black

And now she heaving

This that full moon flow cause'

I show my a*s on it wait

Black scale hoodie but it's not mass on it passionate

And my paper shine like

It's laminate and my clothes from Chaboya

Call it halibut

Ooohh this my s**t right here

I'll think ya'll know I'll think ya'll know

Ya'll don't got no idea ah ah

Ooohh this my s**t right here

I'll think ya'll know I'll think ya'll know

Ya'll don't got no idea