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jt - 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]
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 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

- jt lyrics

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