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rich forever music - ran it up lyrics

[intro: rich the kid]
i told y’all i play with the keys man
i told y’all play with the keys baby nahmean
rich on the beat one time

[hook: rich the kid]
i put more rings in my fingers
i got that white like topanga
walkin’ in trap with my banger
a mansion i don’t got no neighbors
pocket stuff got a check just to f-ck it up
ran it up they been hatin’ i don’t give a f-ck
walkin’ in trap with my banger

[verse 1: rich the kid]
my d-ck in her mouth a retainer
pull out the strap with a laser
the goyard got racks you a hater
ran it up, walk 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, thats yo b-tch, 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 f-ckin’ i just want the top

[hook: rich the kid & young thug]
i put more rings in my fingers (ooh)
i got her white like topanga (topanga)
walkin’ in trap with my banger (walk in the trap)
a mansion i don’t got no neighbors (a mansion i don’t)
pocket stuff got a check just to f-ck it up
ran it up they been hatin’ i don’t give a f-ck (uh)
i put more rings in my fingers
i got her white like topanga
walkin’ in trap with my banger (woah)
a mansion i don’t got no neighbors (i don’t)
pocket stuff got a check just to f-ck it up
ran it up they been hatin’ i don’t give a f-ck
yeah yeah

[verse 2: young thug]
if a p-ssy n-gg- hatin’ i don’t give a f-ck
if a p-ssy b-tch hatin’ i don’t give a sh-t
i’m just tryna’ duck the police n-gg- crime sh-t
i’m just tryna’ duck them people in them crown vics
pour a four then slow up
told that b-tch put her clothes up
“i8” got the doors up
sandwich on me, n-gg- cold cut
recording on the back of the bus and i’m poured up, (swear)
make the lil b-tch jump like a frog yeah n-gg- i told her

[hook: rich the kid]
i put more rings in my fingers
i got her white like a topanga
walkin’ in trap with my banger
a mansion i don’t got no neighbors
pocket stuff got a check just to f-ck it up
ran it up they been hatin’ i don’t give a f-ck
i put more rings in my fingers
i got her white like a topanga
walkin’ in trap with my banger
a mansion i don’t got no neighbors
pocket stuff got a check just to f-ck it up
ran it up they been hatin’ i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 3: rich the kid]
your main b-tch the one you hate
i need that lean like a patient
i know that you said i wouldn’t make it
i’m walking chanel, got on laces
give a f-ck 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 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 f-ck it up
ran it up they been hatin’ i don’t give a f-ck
i put more rings in my fingers
i got her white like a topanga
walkin’ in trap with my banger
a mansion i don’t got no neighbors
pocket stuff got a check just to f-ck it up
ran it up they been hatin’ i don’t give a f-ck

- rich forever music lyrics

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