Young Thug — Let It All Work Out

[Intro] Ay, how many hoes you 'bout to fuck, fool? Twelve (We got London on da track) Hey Let it all work out, aye Let it all work out [Verse 1] 1991, Big Duck had a nigga named Lil Jeff Started from the bottom, now a nigga so high, you gotta watch your damn step Never wore fake gold, nigga, diamond’s water like it knew Michael Phelps Every time I get a shape-up, I give 'em Jacksons like niggas was Michael, yeah Nut by myself, hut by myself Fight break off in the chain gang, they ain’t gettin' cut by myself Nigga same thing, nigga bang bang, I did a lot of things for this wealth Eww, what’s left? Calculator living, now she fuck me on the steps 50k a show, I pray to God I don’t get killed Plus, she pray to God I don’t get killed 'cause she need help Four diamonds, tuck me in my belt Nigga, how the hell you gon' throw the profit? My old school own diamonds, squat it Nigga, let 'em have it How many, how many girls So many years without Tampax Pearls But you forgot to train your lil' girl, let, let this shit work out [Chorus] Hey, let this shit work out Oh, let this shit work out Hey, let it all work out, out Let it all work out out out, out out Let it all work out out out, out out Out out, out out, out out, out out Let it work out, work out [Verse 2] God, this bitch, wanna fuck, Thug, swag Hunnids bagged up, up, up Pass that clique, I'ma meet her like a damn ticket Feed my dick, word for brick, I'm the highest hippie House blacked out, red opps, don't get caught Fuck a partner, iced out Rollie, I ain't gon' sugarcoat it Let let let let, let it all work out I'm a junkie, I spend racks like a cash cow Bih- bitch, I control everything from the couch I done served this bitch so much dick, she don't know how to walk [Outro] Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out We got London On Da Track