Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Work, artist - Curren$y. Album song Back at Burnie’s, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jet Life
Song language: English
All Work |
| 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? |