curren$y - all work lyrics
[intro: curren$y]
heaven, crib big, it’s like a church
i’m going straight to heaven, crib big it’s like a church
[verse 1: curren$y]
my first ride in a phantom was with my homie lil wayne
now i got one myself and i’m ridin’ in my own lane
me and my brother got labels and got ’em both on my chain
jet life, n-gga, taylor gang, yeah, it’s all the same
then i flew out to memphis with a pound and some champagne
i poured it with dolph, then flew home to my vault
smoking one in celebration, fendi p just bought a porsche
spitta never fallin’ off, he’ll forever be a boss
and i never switched the sauce, been myself from square one
rep the ‘jects, that i done, that corvette zr1
i’m not there, i’m on the run, gettin’ checks, more to come
both my pinkies, both my wrists lit up like i’m on the sun, wait
[chorus: curren$y]
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 f-ckin’ he-rs-
rap game, dope game, yeah, it’s all work
rap game, dope game, tell me, what’s worse?
[verse 2: young dolph]
i just motivate all the hustlers, especially the dealers (yeah)
all my b-tches my b-tches and all my n-ggas my n-ggas
yeah, i’m all ’bout my figures (yup), i ran all out of feelings (yup)
rollin’ weed up while i’m counting, my lil’ b-tch 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 (d-mn)
all this ice around my neck, it got your girl flirting (woah)
i’m a legend where i’m from, n-gga, like pee wee kirkland (ayy)
you a p-ssy where you from, n-gga, like pee-wee herman (d-mn)
seven gram blunt, half og, half sherbet (woo)
five chains, two rings, and my rollie on (ayy, ayy)
they say he on that mob sh-t, i feel like al capone
[chorus: curren$y]
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 f-ckin’ he-rs-
rap game, dope game, yeah, it’s all work
rap game, dope game, tell me, what’s worse?
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