[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:]