Young Thug - Ran It Up lyrics

[Intro: Rich] Told y’all play with the kid right nahmean Rich on the beat one time [Hook: Rich The Kid] I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a hanger Walkin’ in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f** it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f** I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a hanger Walkin’ in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f** it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f** [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] My dick 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 b**h, I’m liftin’ 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 [Hook: Rich The Kid] I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a hanger Walkin’ in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f** it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f** I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a hanger Walkin’ in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f** it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f** [Verse 2: Young Thug] If a p**y n***a hatin’ I don’t give a f** If a p**y b**h hatin’ I don’t give a sh** I’m just tryna' duck the police crying sh** I’m just tryna' duck them people in them crown vics Pour a four then slow, woah Told that b**h put her clothes up I8 got the doors up Sandwich on me, n***a cold cut Recording on the back of the bus I done poured up, (Swear) Make the lil b**h jump like a frog yeah n***a I told her [Hook: Rich The Kid] I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a hanger Walkin’ in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f** it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f** I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a hanger Walkin’ in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f** it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f** [Verse 3: Rich The Kid] Your main b**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** 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 [Hook: Rich The Kid] I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a hanger Walkin’ in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors (I don’t!) Pocket stuff got a check just to f** it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f** I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a hanger Walkin’ in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f** it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f**