Lean On Me

(Hook)
Lean on me, if you're gone on Patrone
Ciroc or _____(?) we might have to drive you home
It won't be long before we drinkin' again
(We all need) somebody to lean on
(Verse: Trina)
(Fuck nigga, fuckin' drink, boy)
I'm on that tank, boy, purple piss yo pink boy
Black Range and _____(?) car
All Pakistan on my VISA, boy
Pass customs, I'm buzzing
Got plugs in every fuckin' region, boy
I'm playin' supa much
I'm gettin' supa wasted
I'm cookin' powder, 100 million, sittin' on my saving
I'm over waging, I'm swaying, I drunk away my patience
I don't even know how I ended up in Vegas
In a penthouse, half passed out
Half naked, barely, but I'm bout to spazz out
Call me sister, too much liquor, I done cashed out
I need a nap but I got no (lean on me)

(Hook)
(Verse 2: T-Pain)
(Pour me anotha muthafuckin' drink, homie!)
Man I've been up for about two days
Started off with about two shots
My own weed, and my own liquor
Tell the driver we gon' make two stops
The deejay play my shit
But he said that _______(?) two drops
Left that thug life for that club life
From the party _____(?) to that 2Pac
Lugo, Remi, Henny, Goose Suits
Solo, Porto, Apple Juice
They have it already ready
When 'em girls pull in that parking lot
And I'm hopping out to the ballet
Get that bullshit out my pockets
I'm falling outta control
And I'm not givin' a shit
Money all ova the floor
Till I got this set of licks
Well, I've been ballin' fo' years
My shit is super legit
Shawty look good as 'em all
She want me to give 'er this dick
We're drinkin' hard liquor (that hard liquor)
We'll _____(?) that wine
I'm goin' hard, nigga, goin' fo' the blood like _____(?)
I'm the nappy boy team OG and I'm gon' put my niggas on
They just gotta (lean on me!)

(Hook)
(Verse 3: Young Cash)
(Yeah, pour me anotha muthafuckin' drink, homie!)
We mobbin' side of that club, show me to my section
Got all the bottles you won't, five _____(?) no question
Bring me a Patron, through Ciroc, then some Henny
And some Remy and don't worry bout that money, we got plenty
Cuz we been grindin' all fuckin' day
And you know we smoke that loud, and you know we pump that yay
Where yo money, nigga?
Louie J's, Louie shades, t-shirt with a medusa face
True Religion, Harsh Shoes, c'mon, my boy, let's celebrate
I pop 'em bottles, pop 'em bottles
Fuckin' hood rats is supermodels, I ain't scared, nigga
Pour me anotha drink, cuz I'm feelin' it, I'm feelin' it
A whole bottle of Remy, I'm killin' it, I'm killin' it
We takin' shots, takin' shots, she said she done, no, you're not
Oh, we got one, I'm drunk as hell
I've got my team with me, my dawg look me in the eyes and said
Boy! (Lean on me!)