Ran Off - Rich Homie Quan

Ran off that money, yeah yeah

Ran off with them 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, Icebox, 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 raw

Ass so fat I ain’t 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 little potato

If I leave that pussy red like a little tomato

Hide right under the bed, cause her daddy crazy

I rep the 5 like a motherfuckin' nickle baby

Ay look, extra money is just grip statement

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 458 spider

That every nigga gon' hate

Because you know he wanna be us (For real)

I want to touch

She wouldn’t let me

I want to fuck

She just be neglecting

I want to love her

I want to wife her

I want to walk down the isle

Your daddy gave me permission

Your momma didn’t wanna listen

Your brother can’t stand my guts

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 ranch at, babe?

We could fuck up the mall

Girl and ball like a cancer patient

Hate when a nigga be lying, boy you talking and that aggravate me

Her best friend play baseball in the outfit

They treat me

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Look at your wrist that shit outdated

Once watchbusters catch it

You can’t hide it, ain’t no secret

Might as well give that shit away

Ain’t no point even tryin' to keep it

I love my nigga bleeding

That dog food I feed it

To my soldier, to my young nigga

I told you get to clapping shit, hallelujah

I ain’t dappin' for you If I don’t know you

I got 10 bands saran wrapped in a Toyota

Ran off that money, yeah yeah

Ran off with them 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