IamDG - We Right Here lyrics

[Intro] I'm on it (x2) When we in the club b**hes hit the pole Mommy get to t**ng Money on the floor 'Cuz my n***as right here We right here (x3) [Verse 1] Yung won't stop 'till I make it rich Call me for a feature if you want a hit Mommy gonna call 'cuz she want the dick And I be going hard like I'm made of bricks But I'm made of winning n***a never made a brick When I hit the club I got women wanna take a pic n***as keep your day job Yung Saran k**ing sh** Rap game mine and these n***as that I'm dealing with Young braided n***a And these hoes, they be feeling it Intelligent n***a, but that liquor bring out the ingonrance Hoes be trying to flirt, liquor got them belligerent Telling mommy to twerk, that a** it get to jiggling Riley about his work I'm all about them benjamins Going in for the cake Cutting right through the middlemen Beats I gotta bake Tracks I leave them sizzlin Getting fresh in my socks Strapping out like some gentlemen [Hook] When we in the club b**hes hit the pole Mommy get to t**ng Money on the floor 'Cuz my n***as right here We right here (x3) When we in the club Liquor gonna flow Mommy can you work it Baby let me know 'Cuz my n***as right here We right here (x3) [Verse 2] b**hes hatin already Your n***a ain't even signed Steady losing my patience I blame it all on my grind Focus on where I'm going Y'all haters can 9 to 5 You s**ers can stay away Y'all f**ers wasting my time We popping off at the mall Chilling chasing them digits Every n***a that hate I'ma take it out on your b**hes Beat that p**y so vicious I leave it out of commission Schooling these f**ing s**ers Y'all all should pay me tuition Young reezy [?] or Riley Freeman They shaking it when they see me Love hitting that p**y Its sweeter than diabetes Love making this money and break it up with my n***as The more we step out this b**h All these b**hes is coming with us [Hook] [Verse 3] Money over the b**hes I'm MLB [?] to the grave Got nothing over the ends Except a couple of friends We steady looking for paper It must be calling my name n***a i ain't Obama I'm tired of messing with change Money for rainy days Portfolio full of stocks Have a couple of chickens to sit around looking pretty These n***as doubting my ways How many hits do I got Aside from chasing these riches I do it all for my city Tryna put in position And get my n***as these riches Steady plotting my moves These haters is opposition But really who competition I'm always gonna be on top Like missionary with b**hes And give a f** what you thought How the hell could I flop When these bangers I make is hitting Its only a small percentage Of everything that I got Story telling is big A reckless n***a like pac [?] Rondo [?] in this recording I triple double my knots [Hook]