Cry, cry, yeah
Word on the street,
y 'all boys ran out, yeah
We got that
Lizzy
Lohan down south, yeah
Open up your throat,
shut your fuckin' mouth,
And we can all get paid, no
And we can all get paid, no,
And we can all get paid, yeah
And we can all get paid
Somebody said it's a
Cry, cry, yeah
Word on the street, y boys ran out, yeah
We got that
Lizzy
Lowe's hand outside
Open up the trunk,
shut your fuckin' mouth
And we can all get paid
An d we can all get paid
And we can all get paid
I got these thangs,
niggas all for hoes
Pouncin' in the
O's, make it show my
O's
Move, walk the trap to the booth,
mix it with the pro tools
Just tryna stay alive
while the streets go dry
See the boss got a vibe,
cause he keeps me fly
Every corner that I turn,
see my lil' homies jam
Seem like I'm the only man
with a thousand friends
So I shine like the sun,
they callin' me a stunner
Fuck you, motherfucker, 22 for the putter
Got a pocket full of dame,
ridin' on the 14
Lil' shorty walk, make her lick the candy
See the candy, apple red,
better get me out the bed
Get her hoppin' apple bottoms,
think she gave me happy head
Eat like
P.
Diddy, cell phone keep ringin'
Niggas keep hittin' any dope you got,
please bring
Say I sell it for the high, get it for the low
Got my
Alabama niggas racin' to the yo -yo
Drown, drown
Yeah, we're on the street,
y 'all boys ran out
Yeah, we got that
Lizzy
Lovehead down south
Yeah, open up the trunk,
shut your fuckin' mouth
Yeah, and we can all get paid, you know
And we can all get paid, you know
And we can all get paid, you know
I got new thangs,
nigga, soul for hoes
Chevy ridin' high,
Chevy ride slow
Chevy got a
Corvette mo tor on the low
Chevy is a pimp,
Chevy get hoes
For get it was a drought, it's my
Chevy that dove
Life at the depth,
still steady in command, man
Strings lead to snow,
niggas know who the man is
Got your chain took,
and they brought it to the boss
Found out your stones fake,
y 'all niggas so soft
Straight
Hollywood, like
Club
Zeni
Lookin' like a scene out of
Sex and the
City
Chevy ride high,
Chevy ride slow
All the white girls wanna
powder their nose
But the work gettin' low
Holla at me,
MJG
Sellin' eight balls for the three
Cookin' in the trap,
bumpin' all suave house
Bitches prompts to the brakes,
sell them all raw
Drought, drought
Word on the street, y 'all boys ran out
We got that
Lizzy
Lohan down south
Open up your trunks,
shut your fuckin' mouth, yeah
And we can all get paid
And we can all get paid
And we can all get paid
I got the thangs, nigga, soft as a hog
After high school,
I acquired the knowledge
Learned to break them down,
said, fuck goin' to college
I'm
D -Boy
Fresh from
New
Orleans
I love pickle tips and collard greens
I dress the kid, love the style
I'm the motherfuckin'
man on top of the pile
The money gon' come,
the money gon' go
I promise this year you gon'
see plenty snow
I'm gettin' money,
money I'm gettin'
Twenty -six inches in the
Ellicott sittin'
I gettin' pills, I gettin' smoke
I got that work comin' in by
Somebody say it's a drought, drought
Yeah, we're on the street,
y 'all boys ran out
Yeah, we got that
Lizzy
Lovehead down south
Open up your trunks,
shut your fuckin' mouth
And we can all get paid
And we can all get paid
And we can all get paid
I got the thangs, niggas all for hoes
you
Mannie Fresh 
