Ran off Songtext

von Rich Homie Quan

Ran off that money, yeah yeah
Ran off that diamonds, yeah yeah
Fuckin‘ hoes on a Monday, yeah yeah
Thursday, Friday and Sunday, yeah yeah
I'm gon' keep getting money on this niggas just like yeah yeah
I'm gon' keep fucking these nigga bitches just like yeah yea
Gotta know the opposite of no always gon' be yeah yeah
And I'm gon' never stop getting to the money boy, you know I swear swear

I just bought me a brand new rollie, I ball, I swear
I ain't even walked in the club yet, and I already sold it out the bar
I used to smoke nothing but swisher, now I roll my weed in a role
Ass so fat I aint have no condom boy had to hit that raw
But you gotta know a nigga like me pull it out and I went straight for the mouth
I just want her lil potato
If I leave that pussy red like a little tomato
I aint run under the bed, cause her daddy crazy
I rep the 5 like a motherfuckin' nickle baby
Made a lil extra money just to be str8
I promise I gotta die anyway
I done made a whole lotta money
I done seen a whole lotta people
I had to stack a onion
My foreign cars are real
Pull up in that 4 8 Spider
That every nigga gon' hate
Because he know he wanna be us (For real)
I want to touch
She want to left
I want to fuck
She just neglect
I want to love her
I want to wife her
I want to walk down that aisle
Your daddy gave me permission
Your momma didnt wanna listen
Your brother cant stand my gut
Your sister she love my pimpin
She don't know that her friends so freaky
She don't know that they really love her
She might as well fuck with me, instead of a chicken nugget
I got chicken tender for you
Ay, where that ratchet babes
We could fuck up the mall
Girl lets ball like a cancer patient
Hate when a nigga be lying, boy you talking and they aggravate me
Her boyfriend play baseball in the outfield the way he catching
They just be i be meditating
Iceball put me on and told me a lot of these jewels are fake
I know that your rollie fake
Look at your wrist that shit outdated
Bust us catching
You can't hide us that no secret
Might as well give it away cuz aint point in tryna keep
I love my nigga bleeding
That dog food I feed it
To my soldier, to my young nigga
I told you, [?]
I ain't dapping you up If I don't know you
I got 10 bands [?] in a Toyota