Ay, how many hoes you bout to fuck, fool? Twelve
Hey
Let it all work out, aye
Let it all work out
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
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
God, this bitch, wanna fuck, Thug, swag
Hunnids bagged up, up, up
Pass that clique, Ima meet her like a damn ticket
Feed my dick, word for brick, Im the highest hippie
House blacked out, red opps, dont get caught
Fuck a partner, iced out Rollie, I aint gon sugarcoat it
Let let let let, let it all work out
Im 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 dont know how to walk
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