All Wit' My Hands Lyrics - Canal Street Confidential - 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 

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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' 

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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