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Rich The Kid – Ran It Up Lyrics

I put more rings in my fingers
I got that white like Topanga
Walk in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck

My dick in her mouth a retainer
I pull out the strap with a laser
The Goyard got racks you a hater
I got that white like Topanga
Run it up, walked up with 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 whipped the vert
Bend it over, that's yo bitch, I’m liftin’ up her skirt
You cuffing’ that ho like a cop, I'm bagging queens on the block
Rick Owens it cost me a whole lot of guap
Ain’t fuckin' I just want the top

I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like Topanga
Walk in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck
I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a hanger
Walk in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck

If a pussy nigga hatin’ I don’t give a fuck
If a pussy bitch hatin’ I don’t give a shit
I’m just tryna' duck the police nigga crime shit
I’m just tryna' duck them people in them crown vics
Pour a four then slow up
Told that bitch put her clothes up
I8 got the doors up
Sandwich on me, nigga cold cut
Recording on the back of the bus and I'm poured up, (Swear)
Make the lil bitch jump like a frog yeah nigga I told her

I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a Topanga
Walk in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck
I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a Topanga
Walk in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck

Your main bitch the one you hate
I need that lean like a patient
I know that you said I wouldn’t make it
I'm walkin' Chanel, got on laces
Give a fuck about the magazines, the pistol it comin' with magazines
Rich The Kid on beat, bend her over make her skeet
I got intentions to fuck it up
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 I painted it matte black

I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a Topanga
Walk in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck
I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a Topanga
Walk in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck
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