Right Na

(álbum: Solitaires: Drank God - 2014)

Yeah, yeah
What it do?
Rich gang
It's your boy Juve the great
Stupid money in this bitch
Yeah
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na

Open up the vault, it's an areal assault
When you make it out together, [?] is the result
Pockets full of money, make it hard for me to walk
Blame it on myself, it's only me that I can fault
Living in the gulf where the water's full of salt
And the niggas die before they old enough to be adults
Back when I was younger I ain't even never spark
In my hopes of living good and having money was a thought
Glad that I'm surviving all the fights that I done faught
Tomorrow's not a promise, live your life what I was taught
[?] tearing us apart
I might have taken risks, I pray to God I don't get caught
No

Mmm, mmm, na na na na na
Rich gang
Right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now
Going down in this bitch right now

I done did shit you wouldn't believe I didn't get caught
When you get it out the money [?]
Never seen a nigga from the D full of frost
So clean [?] 20 G's up in my cars
Mamma told me "son don't let a nigga throw you off"
Have some motherfucking pride never give a bitch your heart
I'm stacking up this cash 'til my shit up in a vault
Bitch I got it off the [?] and I ain't need no fucking salt
Niggas wanna beef but they need to see the outcome
Rest in peace C I wish he could see what I done
A dream, where would I be without one?
Ain't fulfilled 'em yet, but at least a nigga got some
Yeah

Mmm, mmm, na na na na na
Rich gang
Right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now
Going down in this bitch right now