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