Ran Out Lyrics – JT

Read the full Ran Out lyrics by JT along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jt’s music, you can also explore Pop It and Noises + JT, two other songs by Jt.

[Intro]
My b!tches shaking ass with their hand out
(Pay up, n!gga, pay up)
My b!tches shaking ass with their hand out
(Pay up, n!gga, pay up)
My b!tches shaking ass with their hand out

[Chorus]
B!tch, I’m getting money, I ain’t ran out (Shake that ass, ho)
My b!tches shaking ass with they hand out (Get that cash, ho)
How the fu*k we beefing, you was fanned out? (Make em’ mad, ho)
I’m still getting 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 getting money, I ain’t running out

[Verse 1]
Life’s still lifing, yeah, hoes still mad (Why?)
I’d rock consignment before I go out sad (Sad)
Uploading Kelly’s, ho, where your box at? (What up, box ho?)
Say you fu*k 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 end 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 shaking ass with they hand out (Get that cash, ho)
How the fu*k we beefing, you was fanned out? (Make em’ mad, ho)
I’m still getting 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 getting 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 fu*k 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 worrying ’bout the next ho
I’m that b!tch ’cause I motherfu*king said so

[Chorus]
B!tch, I’m getting money, I ain’t ran out (Shake that ass, ho)
My b!tches shaking ass with they hand out (Get that cash, ho)
How the fu*k we beefing, you was fanned out? (Make em’ mad, ho)
I’m still getting 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 getting money, I ain’t running out

[Outro]
It’s JT, b!tch
It’s JT