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 partied 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' hearse
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 (Damn)
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 pus*y where you from, n*gga, 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 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' hearse
Rap game, dope game, yeah, it's all work
Rap game, dope game, tell me, what's worse?