Artist: Rich Homie Quan
Album:  DTSpacely Made This (Mixtape)
Song:   Ran Off
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

[Chorus]
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

[Verse]
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 Roley 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Look at your wrist that shit outdated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

[Chorus]