Ranch
Hush where ya at, I need a hit!
I go over anything like Ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss but they can't
(But they motherfucking can't)
Yeah, I go over anything like ranch
Had to tell my old hos Bon Voyage like I'm in France, hey
Now I eat Hors d'oeuvres and get 'em served at my events, hey
Fuck up out my face, please and thank you in advance, ayy ayy
I'm like ayy
Yeah you know the game
Ice all in my veins
Bitch ain't nothing changed
I got money in the bank
And a Roth IRA
Put the drinks on my tab
And a bitch on my lap
And oh yeah
I go over anything like Ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss but they can't
(But they motherfucking can't)
I go over everything like Ranch
Goin up across the map, heating up like climate change
Ho, don't touch the thermostat
Hibachi volcano, light it up, my circle stacked
Young boss, been about the cash, Mr. Krabs
I heard that my ex mad
She rolled by the crib, and saw it turned into a sex shack
Bent back, face down, pop it for the realest in the game
Over everything like Ranch
In the kitchen's where I stay, with the sauce
I go over anything like Ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss but they can't
(But they motherfucking can't)
I go over anything like Ranch, yeah
Finger-licking good, got her thumbin' through a band
Ten 757 where I fucking stand
Find me in the back, banging drums with my hands
Yeah they call me Ringo, baby I'm a star
Glowing in the dark
Big Bran like I'm Stark
By now you gotta know (ayy)
Who the fuck we are
Hush House stummin through
Tap dancing on these bars
Yeah
I go over anything like Ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss but they can't
(But they motherfucking can't)
I go over anything like Ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss but they can't
(But they motherfucking can't)
I go over anything like Ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss but they can't
(But they motherfucking can't)
Yeah, I go over anything like ranch
Had to tell my old hos Bon Voyage like I'm in France, hey
Now I eat Hors d'oeuvres and get 'em served at my events, hey
Fuck up out my face, please and thank you in advance, ayy ayy
I'm like ayy
Yeah you know the game
Ice all in my veins
Bitch ain't nothing changed
I got money in the bank
And a Roth IRA
Put the drinks on my tab
And a bitch on my lap
And oh yeah
I go over anything like Ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss but they can't
(But they motherfucking can't)
I go over everything like Ranch
Goin up across the map, heating up like climate change
Ho, don't touch the thermostat
Hibachi volcano, light it up, my circle stacked
Young boss, been about the cash, Mr. Krabs
I heard that my ex mad
She rolled by the crib, and saw it turned into a sex shack
Bent back, face down, pop it for the realest in the game
Over everything like Ranch
In the kitchen's where I stay, with the sauce
I go over anything like Ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss but they can't
(But they motherfucking can't)
I go over anything like Ranch, yeah
Finger-licking good, got her thumbin' through a band
Ten 757 where I fucking stand
Find me in the back, banging drums with my hands
Yeah they call me Ringo, baby I'm a star
Glowing in the dark
Big Bran like I'm Stark
By now you gotta know (ayy)
Who the fuck we are
Hush House stummin through
Tap dancing on these bars
Yeah
I go over anything like Ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss but they can't
(But they motherfucking can't)
I go over anything like Ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss but they can't
(But they motherfucking can't)
Credits
Writer(s): Olliver Joseph, Nate Rose, Jesse Hauser
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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