"EVERYTHING WORKS OUT" lyrics
Everything works out
I go inside the tool box and figure it out
I lock-and-load the trauma, I trigger it out
I'm a full-blo–
I'm a full-blooded boss
When I drop, ask the coroner, it isn't a doubt
I got the truth in my cough, man, I'm spittin' it out
Put them problems on the bench
Everything works out
Push it up and rep your set
Everything works out
I ain't gotta train my legs
Man, I ain't running out
I ain't running out of ways keep a trick I'm a trout
She keep me grippin' on her waist, take the belt off around it
I whip a baddie into shape, brand-new in the Audi
I went low, no dough, and no emotion
I had to, had to make something shake
Like them niggas in Saudi
Pulled my card, it was an ace like a hazy wine
Pulled my card, it was an ace, now I'm back on deck
Like I'm Soulja, crack the safe, I got stacks on deck
I ain't gonna hold your queue, I'm placed, I'm a sure-fire bet
I ain't gonna hold your man, it's money power and respect
Roll one, blow one, in the dark times I can't forget
Everything works out
I go inside the tool box and figure it out
I lock-and-load the trauma, I trigger it out
I'm a full-blo–
I'm a full-blooded boss
When I drop, ask the coroner, it isn't a doubt
I got the truth in my cough, man, I'm spittin' it out
Put them problems on the bench
Everything works out
Push it up and rep your set
Everything works out
I go inside the tool box and figure it out
I lock-and-load the trauma, I trigger it out
I'm a full-blo–
I'm a full-blooded boss
When I drop, ask the coroner, it isn't a doubt
I got the truth in my cough, man, I'm spittin' it out
Put them problems on the bench
Everything works out
Push it up and rep your set
Everything works out
I ain't gotta train my legs
Man, I ain't running out
I ain't running out of ways keep a trick I'm a trout
She keep me grippin' on her waist, take the belt off around it
I whip a baddie into shape, brand-new in the Audi
I went low, no dough, and no emotion
I had to, had to make something shake
Like them niggas in Saudi
Pulled my card, it was an ace like a hazy wine
Pulled my card, it was an ace, now I'm back on deck
Like I'm Soulja, crack the safe, I got stacks on deck
I ain't gonna hold your queue, I'm placed, I'm a sure-fire bet
I ain't gonna hold your man, it's money power and respect
Roll one, blow one, in the dark times I can't forget
Everything works out
I go inside the tool box and figure it out
I lock-and-load the trauma, I trigger it out
I'm a full-blo–
I'm a full-blooded boss
When I drop, ask the coroner, it isn't a doubt
I got the truth in my cough, man, I'm spittin' it out
Put them problems on the bench
Everything works out
Push it up and rep your set
Everything works out
