Lemonade Lyrics – Internet Money | Poker face Lyrics


Lemonade Lyrics

Internet Money
Five Internet Money Records producers team up and enlist Gunna, Don Toliver, and NAV for “Lemonade,” the second single off of Internet Money’s debut studio album B4THESTORM

 
Lemonade Lyrics - Internet Money | Poker face Lyrics
Lemonade Lyrics – Internet Money | Poker face Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver]

Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag

College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs

Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey

These bitches, they hate, and you can’t miss what you never had, hey, hey

[Chorus: Don Toliver]

Off the juice (Juice), codeine got me trippin’ (Juice)

Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missin’ (Yeah)

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’

[Verse 1: NAV]

Addy boys, got some sixties in my bag (Addy)

Lips sealed, I ain’t pillow talkin’, I’m no rat (No)

In my earlobe, got two karats, VVS (Bling)

Got a penthouse near Rodeo off of stress (Stress)

All this money, when I grew up, I had nothing (Nothing)

Filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgusting (Disgusting)

Can’t believe it, gotta thank God that I’m livin’ comfortably (Thank God)

Gettin’ checks, I don’t believe her, she say she done with me

Burned some bridges and I let the fire light the way (Oh-woah)

Kickin’ my feet up, left the PJs on a PJ (A PJ)

Yeah, I’m a big dawg, and I walk around with no leash (Oh-oh)

I got water on me, yeah, everything on Fiji

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[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver]

Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag

College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs

Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey

These bitches, they hate, and you can’t miss what you never had, hey, hey

[Chorus: Don Toliver]

Off the juice (Juice), codeine got me trippin’ (Juice)

Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missin’ (Yeah)

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’ (Hey, hey)

[Verse 2: Gunna & Don Toliver]

I’m a rockstar, play guitars (Yeah), sippin’ Wock’, hey (Hey)

Adderall, fentanyl, Xanax bars, ayy (Hey)

I was fifteen, I was sippin’ codeine with my dawg, ayy (Codeine)

Did a Percocet, Promethazine, I feel gnarly (Promethazine)

Put up a stick and I hop on a plane

Still in my war ways (War ways)

Shit is so risky, I gotta be gifted

He blessed me with fortune and fame (Fortune and fame, nice)

I remember from fifty, I couldn’t go back empty

I knew I was stuck to the game (Stuck)

I’m loyal and I’ll never change, nah

I’m never gon’ go against the grain (Go against the grain)

I’m never gon’ be the one to turn on my brother

When police has got us detained (Nah)

I won’t ever love a bitch more than my mother

And that’s on my government name (Nah)

I can’t be no sucker, ain’t hatin’ on no one

I wish everybody get paid (Paid)

‘Cause we countin’ up every day (Every day)

Gettin’ high ’til I land in the grave

[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver]

Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag

College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs

Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey

These bitches, they hate, and you can’t miss what you never had, hey, hey

[Chorus: Don Toliver]

Off the juice (Juice), codeine got me trippin’ (Juice)

Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missin’

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’

[Outro: Don Toliver]

Yeah, yeah, yeah


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