10 G's (Remix)

[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$y] I'm still at it, they still mad Her friends hated, but I still smashed She went braggin' how much fun she had And now them hoes wanna roll, but that jet done passed Steak and shrimp on the plane 'til it's 'bout to land Learn to correctly say the name of where I really am Buyin' antiques, foreign lamps Passport, stamps on every page Old head paper like Zig-Zags, bitch I've been paid New Benjamins, Raw wraps, cones to the dome Lone Ranger park the Range on the range Countin' twenty G's in my D-boy stance Rap like keys, open vaults to the racks Niggas like me want all of that, and some mo' of that Go on and show me where they store it at (go on) Let's all be millionaires I heard they got a whole lot of shit in there [Hook (x8): Curren$y] [Verse 2: Birdman] Hundred G's on one block, gave straps, go move blocks We move blocks on one block I told my nigga we close shop '89 we came through, that triple beam, we weigh it through Nigga wanna play games, nigga 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 nigga we moved that Uptown my block, nigga We came through, straight stock, nigga People came, we popped, nigga Ain't nothin' came from gettin' money We did that Catch me stuntin', nigga, every time, so we live this Top floor, we grind, nigga When I stunt, nigga, we shine, nigga It's big money all the time, nigga It's my life, big time, nigga New whips, new bitches, nigga Got that forty with the clip, nigga Mill on my mind, nigga Fuck 'em nigga headline, nigga [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, nigga 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 Niggas 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]