Ran It Up Songtext
von Rich the Kid feat. Young Thug

Told y′all play with the kid right
Told y'all play with the kid right nahmean
Rich on the beat one time

I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like topanga
Walkin′ 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 her white like topanga
Run it up, woke 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 went to vert
Bend it over, that's yo bitch, I′m liftin' up her skirt
You cuffing′ a whole of top, I'm bagging queens on the block
Rick owens it cost me the guap
Ain′t fucking I just want the top

I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like topanga
Walkin' 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 topanga
Walkin' 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 crying shit
I'm just tryna′ duck them people in them crown vics
Pour a four then slow, woah
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 I done 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 topanga
Walkin' 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 topanga
Walkin' 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 walk on Chanel, got on laces
Give a fuck about magazines, the pistol it came with magazines
Rich The Kid on the beat
Bend her over, make her skeet
I got the ticket 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 paint it matte black

I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like topanga
Walkin′ in trap with my banger
A mansion I don't got no neighbors (I don′t!)
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 topanga
Walkin′ 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(Yeah!)