Rich Homie Quan Ran Off song lyrics

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Look at your wrist that shit outdated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