Blac Youngsta Feat. French Montana - "Right There" Lyrics

(Intro)
Right there, right there
Look at that b*tch
Right there, right there
Montana
Blac Youngsta
Ah
Right there, right there (ah)
Right there, right there, right there (ah)
Ah
Right there
Right there, right there, right there

(Chorus)
Right there
Here, right there
Right there (yah)
See my money
Right there (yah)
I gonna leave you
Right there (that)
This is my b*tch
Right there (yah)
I can’t hear
Right there (yah)
She’s the sh*t
Right there (yah)
Yeah, yeah
Right there (ah)

(Verse 1)
Only when they look b*tch, I’m just like I’m [?] her (no)
I’m just coming, piece of sh*t, when they f*cks him fighter (so)
Even thought I’m stupid rich, I don’t buy her nothing (oh)
Ain’t argue over no b*tch, I ain’t wasting my breath (cob)
My breath (cob)
My breath (cob)
I got lot for a lil’ b*tch, but you know I don’t cough (cough)
I’ve been talking a lot of sh*t, but you know I back up (oh)
I can list ’bout what they think, ’cause I know I’m racked up
Racked up (yah)
Racked up (ah)
I’m a put[?], f*ck you b*tch, every time you leg up (go)
I’m go lethal, s*ck my dick, every time you [?] (tho)
You know you gone still kill the b*tch ’cause you nasta’ (gross)

(Verse 2)
Right there, put your cheek on the jet
These you work, right there (right there)
You might hear, right there (right there)
Ten lil’ check, fresh vanilla check
Shot [?] check, I can quick right there (right there)
Phone the black, right there (right there)
Get in her, right there (right there)
But phone the black, right there (right there)
Shot me in her (right)
There, right there, right there, right there, hold the phone
Yo’ tray [?] with the hoodie on (-odie on)
Now you’re done with the [?] on (wuh)

(Bridge)
Right there, right there (there)
Look at that b*tch right there (right there)
Right there, right there (right there)
Look at that b*tch right there (right there)
Any can believe, I keep on right there (right there)
My lick is there on tho’
They leave you right there