Lyrics Rich Homie Quan

Rich Homie Quan

Ran Off

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 ian 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 If I leave that pussy red like a little tomato

Hide right under the bed, cause her daddy crazy

I rap the 5 like a motherfuckin' nickle baby

Ay look, extra money is just grip statement

Tomorrow not 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 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 her down that aisle

Your daddy gave me permission

Your momma wouldn't wanna listen

Your brother can't stand my guts

Your sister she love my people

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 let's ball like a cancer patient

Hate when a nigga be lying, boy you talking and they acuvate me

Her best friend play baseball in the outfit they way she catch it

They treat me like I be meditating

Ice Box put me on and told me a lot of these jewels are faking

I know that your rollie fake

Look at your wrist that shit outdated

Once watch busters catch it

You can't hide us that no secret

Might as well give that shit away ain't no point in tryna 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 I don't know ya

Ian dapping ya if ion know ya