CURREN$Y - 10 G's lyrics

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(Hook)

I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more 10 G's with that

I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more 10 G's with that

I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more 10 G's with that

(Verse)

Yeah I'm back in this bitch

Though I never left

I just took a lil time, climb[] trees by myself

Now I'm way up high, everything top shelf

We ain't die last night toasts to good health

We was fly last night if I do say so myself

Had all eyes last night, them hoes ain't wanna miss the jet

Million dollars worth of Chevys yeah bitches da set

Andretti, they ain’t ready So I won't do it yet

Y'all can play for a couple of weeks

And I be back to destroy all the streets

The homie Cardo keep sending me beats, and I smoke em'

They think I'm selling drugs, nah bitch I'm just a dopeman

I woke up and I float from New Orleans to Oakland

The bro Sell Ski left the green door open

I'm in a Nova, that 383 strokin'

Gas or that cash flow, that's what keep me goin'

(Hook)

(Verse)

Now I turn the corners, yo bitch watching my car

Got that weed burning, she wish she could hit the raw

Now she's lurking, cause she like what she saw

On Twitter and Instagram, searching the bar

Till by chance we meet again, don't be sleepin' in

On the outside, peeking in

On ya tiptoes tryna see over our fence ho

It's quite simple, see you was fishing for simps

We not them though, focus up, This game soak it up

She can't handle it, it's choking her, Whoa

Open that door before she barf on my Monte Carlo floor

Sorry, no, we can't kick it no mo'

Must go, back to the Gold rush, rush

Bust through, knock down all those who would oppose

Us getting dough, yo, Let's all be millionaires

(Hook)

Lap, tying the corners, yo' bitch watching my car

Got that weed burnin', she wish she could hit the road

Now she's lurpin', cause she like what she saw

I don't twitter, I Instagram, searching the bar

Till by chance we meet again, tell her we sleep again

On the outside, peaking in, on your tip-toes,

Tryna see over our fence, hoe

It's quite simple, see, we was fishing for sense

We knocked them, though, focus up, this game, soak it up

She can't handle it, it's chocking up, woa, open tate door

Before she barf on my many colored flow

Sorry, no, we can't kick it no more

Momma, let's go, back to the gold rush

Bust through, Mac down all those who would oppose

Us getting dough, yo!