Young Bari - Right Here lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool John] My chains dancing like Chris Brown 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 [?] with they cheeks out Like Kraft, I'm all about my cheese [Verse 2: ] 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 [Hook] Ooohh this my sh** 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 sh** right here I don't think ya'll know, I don't think ya'll know Ya'll don't got no idea [Verse 3: Sage The Gemini] Uhhhh One time for the b**h n***a that took a shot but got drunk before the point was across Unh, talking sh** from a distance and all I reach you my n***as ain't [?] 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 [Verse 4: ] 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 [?] 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 [Hook] [Verse 5: ] 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 [Verse 6: ] 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** on it wait Black scale hoodie but it's not ma** on it pa**ionate And my paper shine like it's laminate and my clothes from Chaboya, call it halibut