Ran Out (Sped Up) lyrics

[Intro]
My b*tches shakin' ass with their hand out
(Pay up, n*gga, pay up)
My b*tches shakin' ass with their hand out
(Pay up, n*gga, pay up)
My b*tches shakin' ass with their hand out

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm getting money, I ain't ran out (Shake that ass, ho)
My b*tches shakin' ass with they hand out (Get that cash, ho)
How the f*ck we beefin', you was fanned out? (Make em' mad, ho)
I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out (Clap your ass, ho)
Had to stay down, b*tches ran out (Shake that ass, ho)
My card ain't work, so I ran out (Get that cash, ho)
The time for these n*ggas done ran out (Make 'em mad, ho)
I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out

[Verse 1]
Life's still lifin' (Yeah), hoes still mad (Why?)
I'd rock consignment before I go out sad (Sad)
Uploadin' Kelly's, ho, where your box at? (What up, box ho?)
Say you f*ck with Pluto, ho, where your watch at? (Ha)
Last time I checked, I'm the baddest b*tch out
Wait, let me check again, still the baddest b*tch out (Facts)
Fake ass hoes, JT still the realest (Yeah)
Big ass veneers, ho, go on about your business (Hold on, now)
This ass sit up better than a fitness coach
How the BBL fit? 'Cause it's custom, ho
New Chanel on my lap, it don't touch the floor (Nah)
Black truck, pull up, I don't touch the door
[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm getting money, I ain't ran out (Shake that ass, ho)
My b*tches shakin' ass with they hand out (Get that cash, ho)
How the f*ck we beefin', you was fanned out? (Make em' mad, ho)
I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out (Clap your ass, ho)
Had to stay down, b*tches ran out (Shake that ass, ho)
My card ain't work, so I ran out (Get that cash, ho)
The time for these n*ggas done ran out (Make 'em mad, ho)
I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out

[Verse 2]
Circ*mcised Bentley, brand new titties (Uh)
Everything I want, I get, he give me
I don't do coke, but I don't judge, boo
I met a cool white b*tch in the bathroom (Hi)
Glock came designed like Angela Simmons
Me and my b*tches tight like Lululemon (Squad)
Match diamonds in my Audemar
Marry n*ggas for they green card
Print my name on that Green Dot
If you f*ck with me, n*gga, that's a flex though (Yeah)
I got a trophy on my dresser say "Best Ho"
Conceited b*tch, I ain't worryin' 'bout the next ho
I'm that b*tch 'cause I motherf*ckin' said so

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm getting money, I ain't ran out (Shake that ass, ho)
My b*tches shakin' ass with they hand out (Get that cash, ho)
How the f*ck we beefin', you was fanned out? (Make em' mad, ho)
I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out (Clap your ass, ho)
Had to stay down, b*tches ran out (Shake that ass, ho)
My card ain't work, so I ran out (Get that cash, ho)
The time for these n*ggas done ran out (Make 'em mad, ho)
I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out
[Outro]
It's JT, b*tch
It's JT