All Wit My Hands - Curren$y

Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands

Mansions expand, haters don’t understand

All the work I was putting in

Now it’s raining bricks

Nigga please, I’m a G, you a sucka

Baby look at me and tell me what you in this truck for

$pitta brings Chevys out all summer

Winter I’m a slam in the H1 Hummer

95 Air Max, dope runners

Shows every night, hella racks, doing numbers

Homie asks where y’all was at when it was struggling

You was playing the back, you was hiding from it

You ain’t want nothing, now you got nothing

While I’m smoking on an onion, counting something

Out yacht shopping, boat hunting, car lot copping

Call me if you want something

Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands

Mansions expand, haters don’t understand

You ain’t notice all the work I was putting in

Underground in the kitchen, now it’s raining bricks

Hoe what?

I’m out your league

Smoking dolo, don’t come talking to me

Focused on money, baby I can’t see

No future in we, mama we can’t be

Pledge allegiance to garden green

THC in the oxygen that I breathe

New Year’s Eve is choppers by the trees

Bring it in safe, please you know how it be

Realer than TV, listen to OG’s

Stack dope before me then passed down rollies

To new breeds, this tradition

What have you been in?

Motherfucker you don’t know me, you kiddin'

Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands

Mansions expand, haters don’t understand

You ain’t notice all the work I was putting in

Underground in the kitchen, now it’s raining bricks