We Gone Lean Tonite

one for the money

two for the hoes

three is for the niggaz comin down on 4's

Slim Thugga, Lil'Flip

you know we gone lean tonite

none stop collabo

they said we can do dat you godamn right

Boss Hawg Sucka Free puttin it down baby

gettin this money, A-Town to H-Town

Now me I'm in the back of the club

I'm about 5 deep and I'm smoking them drugs

I'm gettin a buzz everybody shakin they ass

I'm like damn you need to be making ya cash

look at my Jag, look at my Benz, look at my niggas

look at my men, matter of fact platinum look at my grin

I'm iced out everybody lookin like who?

is the fuck that nigga is he really down wit Screw?

It's true I represent the south

I bought the car, I bought the house

and I'm like a dentist love to floss

damn a nigga did it again I left the club wit 25 hoes

they can't fit in the Benz

I pick up the phone I call my dogg bring the Jag

we bout to fuck thirty-hoes at the pad

and after he fuck, you can fuck, and you can fuck

and if she on her period guess what?, she can suck

ones for the money

two for the hoes

threes for the niggaz comin down on 4's

you know we gone lean tonite

they said we can do dat you godamn right

Ain't no love for none of these hoes

so when I do these shows I never run to these hoes

I laugh like I'm just sitting at a comedy show

I'm like damn I knew the summer was gonna be cold

I pull up my watch jump out my drop check the time

check my diamonds you know I shine

I sit on recline I sip on my wine

I'm doin fine never wear Calvin Klein

I payed for mine, had to grind, had to shine

and if I went to Papadroux's I had to dine

had to grind like Baby & Slim (wwwoowwwwww!)

and I'm a Juvenile sittin on big ole rims

got big ole gems and everybody taking the bus ride

look at my Cartier diamonds crushed out

I must drop another double cd bitch I'm a super star

I know you love to be me

When Slim step up in the club hoes push & shove

tryna get a lil love from the number one thug

I pull up on dubs in a Hummer H2

I'm a shiner niggaz can't do what I do

young boss with big bucks

pushin big trucks, fuckin star sluts

fillin barre cups that purple stuff

gotta nigga on lean pourin up codiene

I'm a drink fiend

I got the top dropped from H-town it don't stop

bout to hit the Sixth street tryna find some bop's

trunk popped glock cocked on the safety

and I keep the strap at all times cause alotta niggaz hate me

but they can't fade me, H-town made me

bitches wanna break me wanna have my baby

I still bust on backs and bellys

and the boss still wrecking on tracks for fetti