Right There Songtext
von Lil Nas X

Late to the party, come on in the club, get ghetto (bitch, get ghetto)
Three bitches on me, man, the night can′t get no better (can't get no better)
That′s it right there (yeah), that's it right there (yeah)
That's it right there, that′s it right there

All these Benz exclusive, yeah, what you need?
I need a nigga with loose-lick hips
I need a model with some big, fake lips
I just did X in the bathroom stall on a B-list star, gettin′ my A-list round
I'm JK like I′m next to LM
I'm so drunk that my shit went limp, ay, ay, uh

Pour me some Henny, uh
To tell you the truth, nigga, I′m Papoose, I'ma need my Remy
In that brand-new Tron like Jimmy
Uh, a nigga finna Turner like Timmy
Then hit my ex like, "Baby, did you miss me?"
I′m tryna fuck you and fuck up my kidneys
Fuck up this drank, yeah, babe, that's polygamy


Late to the party, come on, late to the party, come on
My AP bust like the cops when the camera ain't on
Last year, a nigga went missin′
This year, I′m washin' these niggas like I was just doin′ the dishes
My bitches is niggas, these niggas is bitches
I'm drunk as fuck, what is the difference? Look

Late to the party, come on, in the club, get ghetto (bitch, get ghetto)
Three bitches on me, man, the night can′t get no better (can't get no better)
That′s it right there (right there), that's it right there
Yeah, that's it right there, that′s it right there

Heavyweight champ, when it come to the drink, I′m winnin' (lil′ bitch, I'm winnin′)
Casamigos up in me (yeah), Hennessy drink, I'm spinnin′, ooh
That's it right there (right there), that's it right there (right there)
That′s it right there, that′s it right there

Bitch, tie my shoelace, off that Henny and D'USSÉ
I need my hos by the douse
Let′s make a movie, you and your roommate
I get it and get it, came in, they thought I was skemished
Everyone thought I'd be finished
"How could he get any bigger than the biggest record ever?"
Ho, I did it, and did it, and did it again


Look at the charts, who bigger than him?
I take the juice and I mix it with gin
I take your bitch and I mix it with him, damn, yeah
Top of the mornin′, top of the charts
Gettin' top on the top of the car
I′ve been on top, they all said I wouldn't pop
I can still write 'cause I pop

I used to sleep on the cot
Now I′m on the beach in Belize, got the hos doin′ X on the yacht
Look what God did
Niggas better recognize who I is
Whole world on my pee-pee, yep, yep, like cam make 'em skeet-skeet
Wet, wet, Maybach go, "Beep-beep" (skrrt)

Big Nas, come get that (work)
Montero, these hos gon′ (flirt)
Lost and found, I can't find my (shirt)
Montero just popped a (Perc′)

This feel like God is (first)
This scripture, a Bible (verse)
Buss it open and make it, uh
Buss it open and make it (twerk)

Late to the party, come on, in the club, get ghetto (bitch, get ghetto)
Three bitches on me, man, the night can't get no better (can′t get no better)
That's it right there (right there), that's it right there
Yeah, that′s it right there, that′s it right there

Heavyweight champ, when it come to the drink, I'm winnin′ (lil' bitch, I′m winnin')
Casamigos up in me (yeah), Hennessy drink, I′m spinnin', ooh
That's it right there (right there), that′s it right there (right there)
That′s it right there, that's it right there