Luyện nghe bài hát Right Now (Remix)

[Intro:
Right now, right now, now, right now
Murda, Future, OG right now
Kiss, up

1: Fabolous]
I'm still eating, I'm greedy
I rather let them needy
Camera man TMZ me, side piece tryna PND me
now I'm too cautious
Thirsty hoes get two
You with a loser that's two
Dripping off me, I'm too
Off white on a off
Givenchy lay on a day
whites going off right
These diamonds shine light bulbs
My shoe closet flight club
Treat your ass like the athletes, hit it when I leave the club
I don't trust them either, I don't Metro
with OG, not a lame retro
Told you from the get go, go, get go, get low
Couple niggas against us, that's no bet tho
If Brooklyn don't trust you what's up with son'
They bullets where I'm from make you cough up a lung
If ain't no bad in there I pull up with some
And now I'm on some kush and a cup of som'n

[Hook:
100 shooters in the club, 100
100 shooters in the club, 100 nigga
Coppin the whips on these
Don't fuck, don't fuck, don't fuck these niggas
got no love for these niggas, no love, no love, no love for these niggas
I just the cash on my young hoe, I just blow some cash on my young hoe
Fuckin' up this cash with my young niggas, fuckin' up a bag with my niggas

[Verse 2: Murda]
Oh I just ran off on the (twice)
If you ain't money, you a dub
I'm lit now, Fab and Kiss on the remix right now
For a bag of bricks, I hit you like Rico hit right now
Got on me, got loud on me, got powder
She got a period, so she want suck it for a
She nasty with it, me to put it in her anus
She my Blac Chyna, my Amber Rose, she a stripper, I'mma make her
Got a rollie I ain't paid for piece right now
Get the pyrex, get the baking soda, whip it, right now
I'm up right now
I'm Fat Joe, all the way up now
If Future don't it, bang, bang, I'mma shot you up right now

Future]
If Murda don't trust you he gon' you
Lil' Mexico trust you we gon shoot you
Young Metro don't you, I'm gon shoot you
If Brooklyn don't you, they gon shoot you

[Verse 3:
I don't rep my nigga, I'm neutral
D-Block, any conflict and I'm making it
If Jada don't trust you then is gon' shoot you
Funeral on Tidal, the wake is on
What they do, they selling hard, wet
Messing with the credit cards, bustin'
Pumping in the jets, off the Tec's
on the yachts, jumpin' off the jets

[Hook 2:
I just blow the on my young hoe, I just blow some cash on my young hoe
Fuckin' up cash with my young niggas, fuckin' up some bands with my young niggas
100 in the club, 100 bottles
100 shooters in the club, 100
Coppin the whips on niggas
Don't fuck, fuck, don't fuck with these niggas
Ain't got no love for niggas, no love, no love, no love for these niggas

(Metro Boomin want more, nigga)