Cashius Green - Right Now lyrics

rate me

Right now, na-now, Right now, now, now,

Right now, right now, na-now, right now, now, now,

Right now

Lemme me lone when I sip Patron

You gotta get home, but I rode the zone

Niggas faded (niggas faded)

Weed, so fine, I can’t even taste it

Hit the blunt and lean, that's, that purple grade

Baby page me, you forgot to pay me

Who'd you think you’re playing?

Got my pimpin' from the 70's

Who that lil magazine cover bitch Ebony

[Pastor?] got you sprung like yo momma when she married me,

Stop it!

Why you got a roof and you can’t even drop it

Chop it, meet the hoes the lobby

Ro-ro-rose petal floor, pop a bottle, who shot me?

Up for two days, about thirty some...

Eight thousand profit, didn’t even see this coming

Knots in my stomach turned to butterflies fuck it

Never go broke, but a nigga still bummy

Flyer than your bitch out in public

I ain't the nigga to play (I ain’t the nigga to play)

I’m the player to pay (I’m the player to play)

All black in the night (all black in the night )

All white in the day.

She asked me, “can you drive me out, will ok?”

Put my soul back in our Chevrolet!

Back to the town intoxicate

And I still ain’t about to call it a day.

Hook:

Right now, na-now, right, now, now, now, right now

I need a drink!

Right now, na-now, right, now, now, now, right now

I need a smoke!

Right now, na-now, right, now, now, now, right now

I need my girl!

Right now, na-now, right, now, now, now, right now

Angelina, do you got the keys to the beamer?

Splits your guts feel...

In the pyramid with cheerleaders

And I ain’t even hop up out the beamer

So make a right turn, na, na! Right now!

Pull up to the lifestyle

Kick the door down, kicking your whore downstairs

Going through the drawers, caught her sniffing underwear

Super weirdo, let me clear my mutha fuckin' throat

Coogi and the Jones put some coochie in ya home

Let, let me get it lucid, I don’t usually

What you do to me is just cancer

How I get this water on me.

Pardon me just stepping casually

Trying not to stuff the leather on my Wu Tang

Walder beast, Clark Kent, no K, that's the name though

Get ghost up in this bitch like J-Lo!

I ain’t the nigga to play (I ain’t the nigga to play)

I’m the player to pay (I’m the player to play)

All black in the night (all black in the night )

All white in the day.

She asked me, “can you drive me out, will ok?”

Put my soul back in our Chevrolet!

Back to the town intoxicated

And I still ain’t about to call it a day.

Hook:

Right now, na-now, right, now, now, now, right now

I need a drink!

Right now, na-now, right, now, now, now, right now

I need a smoke!

Right now, na-now, right, now, now, now, right now

I need my girl!

Right now, na-now, right, now, now, now, right now

Thanks to FoxyRoxi for correcting these lyrics