Curren$y, Young Dolph - All Work lyrics

[Curren$y, Young Dolph - All Work lyrics]

Heaven, crib big, it's like a church
I'm going straight to heaven
Crib big it's like a church

My first ride in a Phantom was
With my homie Lil Wayne
Now I got one myself and I'm
Ridin' in my own lane
Me and my brother got labels and
Got 'em both on my chain
Jet Life, nigga, Taylor Gang, yeah
It's all the same
Then I flew out to Memphis with
A pound and some champagne
I poured it with Dolph
Then flew home to my vault
Smoking one in celebration
Fendi P just bought a Porsche
Spitta never fallin' off
He'll forever be a boss
And I never switched the sauce
Been myself from square one
Rep the 'jects, that I done
That Corvette ZR1 i'm not there, I'm on
The run, gettin' checks, more to come
Both my pinkies, both my wrists lit
Up like I'm on the sun, wait

I'm going straight to heaven
Crib big just like a church
I'm going straight to heaven
Crib big just like a church
I'm going straight to heaven
Crib big just like a church fresh to death
I should've pulled up in a fuckin' hearse
Rap game, dope game, yeah, it's all work
Rap game, dope game, tell me, what's worse?

I just motivate all the hustlers
Especially the dealers (yeah)
All my bitches my bitches and
All my niggas my niggas
Yeah, I'm all 'bout my figures
(Yup) , I ran all out of feelings (Yup)
Rollin' weed up while I'm counting, my
Lil' bitch think that I'm brilliant, ayy
Rollin' out the pound
(Pound) , pour it 'til it's dirty (Raw)
Eatin' pancakes, drinking champagne
It's just 12: 30 (Damn)
All this ice around my neck
It got your girl flirting (Woah)
I'm a legend where I'm from, nigga
Like Pee Wee Kirkland (Ayy)
You a pussy where you from, nigga
Like Pee-wee Herman (Damn)
Seven gram blunt, half OG, half sherbet (Woo)
Five chains, two rings, and my Rollie on
(Ayy, ayy) they say he on that mob shit
I feel like Al Capone

I'm going straight to heaven
Crib big just like a church
I'm going straight to heaven
Crib big just like a church
I'm going straight to heaven
Crib big just like a church fresh to death
I should've pulled up in a fuckin' hearse
Rap game, dope game, yeah, it's all work
Rap game, dope game, tell me, what's worse?

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