[Intro: Curren$y]
I ain't even know
Yup
Young Money
Cash money
Curren$y the hot spitta
Fly n***a
Yeah
[Verse: Curren$y]
Little n***a but I'm bigger than ya'll
When it comes to the digits I used to roll deep
I had to cut some of them n***as
Was only hanging 'round me to impress them b**hes
And get up in them clubs free
But I wasn't with it
Naw homie forget it
Ain't nobody f**ing with it
You think you really know me
But you might know me
I was born in them 'burbs
Where the 3rd Ward love me, yah
I can't remember running with a brick
Never went
He would go and get a five for twenty off of Willa
Those was humble beginnings
When my n***as used to hustle to pay for their school (?)
And ducking, high when n***as robbing and k**ing, yah
And I was pushing that Chevy from the East to the Bricks
And then from the Bricks to the East
Cutting cla** and hanging with (?)
Whipping a quart of water and a bag of Skittles
Hot Spitta n***a yah