[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 bitches
And get up in them clubs free
But I wasn't with it, naw homie forget it
Ain't nobody fucking with it
You think you really know me
But you might know of 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 dinners
And ducking, high when n***as robbing and killing, yah
And I was pushing that Chevy from the East to the Bricks
And then from the Bricks to the East
Cutting class and hanging with Wale and Jaz [?]
With a quarter water and a bag of Skittles
Hot Spitta, n***a, yeh