Letra de Ran Out - JT

My bitches shakin' ass with their hand out

(Pay up, nigga, pay up)

My bitches shakin' ass with their hand out

(Pay up, nigga, pay up)

My bitches shakin' ass with their hand out (Hand out)

Bitch, I'm getting money, I ain't ran out (Shake that ass, ho)

My bitches shakin' ass with they hand out (Get that cash, ho)

How the fuck we beefin', you was fanned out? (Make 'em mad, ho)

I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out (Stay on they ass, ho)

Had to stay down, bitches ran out (Shake that ass, ho)

My card ain't work, so I ran out (Get that cash, ho)

The time for these niggas done ran out (Make 'em mad, ho)

I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out

Life's still lifin' (Yeah), hoes still mad (Why?)

I'd rock consignment before I go out sad (Facts)

Uploadin' Kelly's, ho, where your box at? (What up, box ho?)

Say you fuck with Pluto, ho, where your watch at? (Ha)

Last time I checked, I'm the baddest bitch out

Wait, let me check again, still the baddest bitch 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

Bitch, I'm getting money, I ain't ran out (Shake that ass, ho)

My bitches shakin' ass with they hand out (Get that cash, ho)

How the fuck we beefin', you was fanned out? (Make 'em mad, ho)

I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out (Stay on they ass, ho)

Had to stay down, bitches ran out (Shake that ass, ho)

My card ain't work, so I ran out (Get that cash, ho)

The time for these niggas done ran out (Make 'em mad, ho)

I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out

Circumcised 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 bitch in the bathroom (Hi)

Glock came designed like Angela Simmons

Me and my bitches tight like Lululemon (Squad)

Match diamonds in my Audemar

Marry niggas for they green card

Print my name on that Green Dot

If you fuck with me, nigga, that's a flex though (Yeah)

I got a trophy on my dresser say "Best Ho"

Conceited bitch, I ain't worryin' 'bout the next ho

I'm that bitch 'cause I motherfuckin' said so

Bitch, I'm getting money, I ain't ran out (Shake that ass, ho)

My bitches shakin' ass with they hand out (Get that cash, ho)

How the fuck we beefin', you was fanned out? (Make em' mad, ho)

I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out (Stay on they ass, ho)

Had to stay down, bitches ran out (Shake that ass, ho)

My card ain't work, so I ran out (Get that cash, ho)

The time for these niggas done ran out (Make 'em mad, ho)

I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out

It's JT, bitch

It's JT

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