| Ran off that money, yeah yeah
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| Ran off with them diamonds, yeah yeah
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| Fuckin‘ hoes on a Monday, yeah yeah
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| Thursday, Friday and Sunday, yeah yeah
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| I’m gon' keep getting money on this niggas just like yeah yeah
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| I’m gon' keep fucking these nigga bitches just like yeah yea
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| Gotta know the opposite of no always gon' be yeah yeah
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| And I’m gon' never stop getting to the money boy, you know I swear swear
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| I just bought me a brand new rollie, Icebox, I swear
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| I ain’t even walked in the club yet, and I already sold it out the bar
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| I used to smoke nothing but swisher, now I roll my weed raw
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| Ass so fat I ain’t have no condom boy had to hit that raw
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| But you gotta know a nigga like me pull it out and I went straight for the mouth
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| I just want her little potato
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| If I leave that pussy red like a little tomato
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| Hide right under the bed, cause her daddy crazy
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| I rep the 5 like a motherfuckin' nickle baby
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| Ay look, extra money is just grip statement
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| I promise I gotta die anyway
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| I done made a whole lotta money
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| I done seen a whole lotta people
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| I had to stack a onion
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| My foreign cars are real
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| Pull up in that 458 spider
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| That every nigga gon' hate
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| Because you know he wanna be us (For real)
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| I want to touch
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| She wouldn’t let me
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| I want to fuck
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| She just be neglecting
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| I want to love her
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| I want to wife her
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| I want to walk down the isle
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| Your daddy gave me permission
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| Your momma didn’t wanna listen
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| Your brother can’t stand my guts
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| Your sister she love my pimpin'
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| She don’t know that her friends so freaky
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| She don’t know that they really love her
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| She might as well fuck with me, instead of a chicken nugget
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| I got chicken tender for you
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| Ay, where that ranch at, babe?
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| We could fuck up the mall
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| Girl and ball like a cancer patient
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| Hate when a nigga be lying, boy you talking and that aggravate me
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| Her best friend play baseball in the outfit
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| They treat me
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| put me on and told me a lot of these jewels are fake
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| I know that your rollie fake
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| Look at your wrist that shit outdated
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| Once watchbusters catch it
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| You can’t hide it, ain’t no secret
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| Might as well give that shit away
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| Ain’t no point even tryin' to keep it
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| I love my nigga bleeding
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| That dog food I feed it
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| To my soldier, to my young nigga
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| I told you get to clapping shit, hallelujah
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| I ain’t dappin' for you If I don’t know you
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| I got 10 bands saran wrapped in a Toyota
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| Ran off that money, yeah yeah
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| Ran off with them diamonds, yeah yeah
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| Fuckin‘ hoes on a Monday, yeah yeah
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| Thursday, Friday and Sunday, yeah yeah
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| I’m gon' keep getting money on this niggas just like yeah yeah
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| I’m gon' keep fucking these nigga bitches just like yeah yea
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| Gotta know the opposite of no always gon' be yeah yeah
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| And I’m gon' never stop getting to the money boy, you know I swear swear |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ran Off, artist - Rich Homie Quan. Album song Dt Spacely Made This, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп