Juicy J, French Montana, Chinx - Right There lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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