Birdman - 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$y] I'm still at it, they still mad Her friends hated, but I still smashed She went braggin' how much fun she had And now them hoes wanna roll, but that jet done pa**ed Steak and shrimp on the plane 'til it's 'bout to land Learn to correctly say the name of where I really am Buyin' antiques, foreign lamps Pa**port, stamps on every page Old head paper like Zig-Zags, b**h I've been paid New Benjamins, Raw wraps, cones to the dome Lone Ranger park the Range on the range Countin' twenty G's in my D-boy stance Rap like keys, open vaults to the racks n***as like me want all of that, and some mo' of that Go on and show me where they store it at (go on) Let's all be millionaires I heard they got a whole lot of sh** in there [Hook (x8): Curren$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***a we close shop '89 we came through, that triple beam, we weigh it through n***a wanna play games, n***a 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***a we moved that Uptown my block, n***a We came through, straight stock, n***a People came, we popped, n***a Ain't nothin' came from gettin' money We did that Catch me stuntin', n***a, every time, so we live this Top floor, we grind, n***a When I stunt, n***a, we shine, n***a It's big money all the time, n***a It's my life, big time, n***a New whips, new b**hes, n***a Got that forty with the clip, n***a Mill on my mind, n***a f** 'em n***a headline, n***a [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***a 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***as 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]