Right There

[Hook: Chinx Drugz] 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 bitch right there, look at that bitch right there, look at that bitch right there Bitch right there, look at that bitch right there, look at that bitch right there Bitch right there, look at that bitch right there, look at that bitch right there Bitch right there, look at that bitch right there, look at that bitch right there [Verse 1: Chinx Drugz] 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 ass. Throw that pussy 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 bitch nigga, RuPaul Lock eyes when I seen her. Ass 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 bitch, man that ass fat for no reason [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] Juicy J always stay faded. Cali, loud pills and ladies Geek'd up in the Mercedes, kush blowin' like a 380 My bad bitches on drugs, bought the whole bar some love While hoes be shakin' they ass, 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 fuck Molly make her give it up. Them bands here, ho give it up Ass all in my lap, she know the words to my rap Model bitch 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 Bitch you know I stay stuntin'. Got more games than Playstation Tip a bitch one more time, that bitch going on vacay [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] Big shout out to yo' lady, she downloadin' like data Montana that pimp. Florida state, them gators Hundred bands in this bitch, then we roll out My New Orleans bitch got that super dome ahh See that pussy 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... [Hook:]