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curren$y - 10 g's (remix) lyrics

[intro: curren$y]
let’s all be millionaires

[hook (x8): curren$y]
i can take ten g’s, and make twenty more ten g’s with that

[verse 1: curren$y]
i’m still at it, they still mad
her friends hated, but i still smashed
she went braggin’ how much fun she had
and now them hoes wanna roll, but that jet done p-ssed
steak and shrimp on the plane ’til it’s ’bout to land
learn to correctly say the name of where i really am
buyin’ antiques, foreign lamps
p-ssport, stamps on every page
old head paper like zig-zags, b-tch i’ve been paid
new benjamins, raw wraps, cones to the dome
lone ranger park the range on the range
countin’ twenty g’s in my d-boy stance
rap like keys, open vaults to the racks
n-ggas like me want all of that, and some mo’ of that
go on and show me where they store it at (go on)
let’s all be millionaires
i heard they got a whole lot of sh-t in there

[hook (x8): curren$y]

[verse 2: birdman]
hundred g’s on one block, gave straps, go move blocks
we move blocks on one block
i told my n-gga we close shop
’89 we came through, that triple beam, we weigh it through
n-gga wanna play games, n-gga
we size ’em up when we come through
them thangs came, we did that
they say, we did that
came down from h-town, i told a n-gga we moved that
uptown my block, n-gga
we came through, straight stock, n-gga
people came, we popped, n-gga
ain’t nothin’ came from gettin’ money
we did that
catch me stuntin’, n-gga, every time, so we live this
top floor, we grind, n-gga
when i stunt, n-gga, we shine, n-gga
it’s big money all the time, n-gga
it’s my life, big time, n-gga
new whips, new b-tches, n-gga
got that forty with the clip, n-gga
mill on my mind, n-gga
f-ck ’em n-gga headline, n-gga

[bridge: curren$y]
let’s all be millionaires

[hook (x8): curren$y]

[verse 3: gunplay]
i can take nothin’, turn it to stuntin’
i do it for ya’ll, cause ya’ll thought that i couldn’t
told my momma we made it, she said you finally famous
she say that’s a blessing, knowing how cut-throat this game is
turn a five to a ten, a ten to a benz
turned one crack rock into a neck full of gems
had no choices or options, forced to be great
when you walk amongst bosses, hope you relate
grew up poorer than most, n-gga had no bread
but i was holdin’ my toast, my back touchin’ my ribs
had to get it, by any means, necessary
never scary, goin’ hard like i won’t be ever buried
boxed in these projects, never felt my palm itch
n-ggas lifes cut short by these long clips
how i made it out, still a mystery
cause lord knows (how treacherous these mean streets can be)

[hook (x8): curren$y]

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