Getting it, getting it, get it, get it again
Running up a check and then I split it with friends
Run it up, run it up, run it, run it up, run
Going dummy in the whip for all the doughnuts that I spun
Shawty wanna run me up, she put me in a trance
Rollie on my wrist, I do the dash, I do my dance
When I smell like Prada, got the Louis on my hip
Pull up, do a show, pipe it up and then I dip
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Wearing all this drip it got me looking quite atrocious
In a year, I be going global, crossing all the oceans
Blowing up, blowing up, boom, explosions