Lean On Me Lyrics - Young Cash

(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!)