Runnin'

[Intro: Curren$y] I ain't even know, yup Young Money, Cash Money Curren$y the Hot Spitta, fly nigga Yeah [Verse: Curren$y] Little nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas used to hustle to pay for their school dinners And ducking, high when niggas 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, nigga, yeh