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(Benji! Damn!)
(Wakin' up)
(Changin' it up)
(Wakin' up, ay)
(Changin' it up, ay)
(I'm really runnin' it up, ay)
(Fuckin' it up)
(Ay, ay)

Feelin' like I'm wakin' up (Yea, yea)
Changin' it up (Ay)
Never look back, poppin' up
City to city, it's magic, like
I'm really runnin' it up (Yea, yea)
Fuckin' it up (Ay)
Hit up a pack, gettin' lit
With a saditty lil baddie

Every dollar I make, feedin' my habit
Diverting traffic, me and my guys out
Every lane packed in
Wanna be rich? I'll make it happen
I'm finna get all this money
Right outta the bank
Outta the safe, I'ma cash it
There ain't nobody, who askin'?
Don't need permission to secure the bag,
I'ma grab it, grab it
I gotta have it, have it
Can't do without it, out it
If makin' money is a habit
Then I'ma make sure that I'm an addict
Chasin' the green, I'ma map it
Fly out to Paris for baguettes
Hop in the PJ, we dashin'
Fly out to Vegas, we stay at Palazzo

Feelin' like I'm wakin' up (Yea, yea)
Changin' it up (Ay)
Never look back, poppin' up
City to city, it's magic, like
I'm really runnin' it up (Yea, yea)
Fuckin' it up (Ay)
Hit up a pack, gettin' lit
With a saditty lil baddie

I like to drive, I'll fly international
Always in motion, go where I gotta go
We gettin' turnt, we gettin' toasted
We gettin' loaded, body roll, body roll
Checkin' my balance, I'ma pull up
Back up the truck, fuck it, I cop it all
We out in Cali, rollin' up trees
Smokin' OD, in a Versace robe

I'm really runnin' it, runnin' it
Runnin' it, runnin' it, runnin' it up (Ay)
Gettin' too lit, standin' at center-court
Put it in a double cup (Ay)
I just been fuckin' it, fuckin' it
Fuckin' it, fuckin' it, fuckin' it up (Ay)
Fuck on your bitch, empty your wallet
I gotta get my money up (Ay)

Margiela kicks, bout 1500
I'm at the 5th in a truck
Buy out the rack, just like I stole it
I'm really gon' give it up
Pass it around to family Nem
Just like a gift from above
Stand on my racks, I'm 9' 10
I hit like the top of the month

Check comin' in, hit up The Mark
Book us a room with a view of the stars
In the garage, nothin' but foreign cars
'Ghinis and 'Cedes and some Double Rs
Put on a VVS, an Audemars
Got diamonds dancin' on me in the dark
With a big body, I double park
On the curb, and I swerve in the 'Rari

Feelin' like I'm wakin' up (Yea, yea)
Changin' it up (Ay)
Never look back, poppin' up
City to city, it's magic, like
I'm really runnin' it up (Yea, yea)
Fuckin' it up (Ay)
Hit up a pack, gettin' lit
With a saditty lil baddie

We gon' turn up for a minute
We gon' pull up in a Lambo' truck
Put you up in the front, we ain't got no ceilings
And it came with the rims, they spinnin'



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Writer(s): Brody Mosier
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