Rich The Kid ft. Young Thug – Ran It Up Lyrics

(Intro: Rich)
Told y’all play with the kid right nahmean
Rich on the beat one time

(Chorus – Rich The Kid)
I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a hanger
Walking in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to f**k it up
Ran it up they been hating I don’t give a f**k
I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a hanger
Walking in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to f**k it up
Ran it up they been hating I don’t give a f**k

(Verse 1 – Rich The Kid)
My d**k in her mouth a retainer
Pull out the strap with a laser
The Goyard got racks you a hater
Run it up, got 50 racks, my pockets stuffed
I got a Glock like a ranger, walk up on me you in danger
Skrt, I was broke til’ I went to vert
Bend it over, thats yo bi**h, I’m lifting up her skirt
You cuffing a whole of top, Im bagging queens on the block
Rick owens it cost me a whole lot of guap

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Young Thug)
If a pu**y ni**a hating I don’t give a f**k
If a pu**y bi**h hating I don’t give a s**t
I’m just tryna d**k the police ni**a crying s**t
I’m just tryna d**k them people in them crown vics
Pour a four then slow, woah
Told that bi**h put her clothes up
I8 got the doors up
Sandwich on me, ni**a cold cut
Recording on the back of the bus I done poured up, Swear
Make the lil bi**h jump like a frog yeah ni**a I told her

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Rich The Kid)
Your main bi**h the one you hate
I need that lean like a patient
I know that you said I wouldn’t make it
I got on Chanel, got on laces
Give a f**k about magazines, pistol came with magazines
They hating on me I don’t care, Fendi socks and underwear
In love with the man in the mirror
Hold up ran up a sack then brought it to the trap
We forever on the map
Breaking my wrist bring it back
The Mazi paint it matte black

(Repeat Chorus)

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