Internet Money, Gunna & Don Toliver Feat. NAV – Lemonade Lyrics

X- bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a n- h- in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
These b-, they hate, and you can’t miss what you never had
Hey, hey

Off the juice (juice), c- 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’

A- boys, got some 60’s in my bag (yeah)
Lips sealed, 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 living 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 PJ’s on a PJ (PJ)
Yeah, I’m a big dawg, and I walk around with no leash (oh)
I got water on me, yeah, everythin’ on Fiji

X-, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a n- h- in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
These b-, they hate, and you can’t miss what you never had
Hey, hey

Off the juice (juice), c- 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’, ayy

I’m a rockstar, play guitars, sippin’ ‘Wock, hey (hey)
A-, feelin’ nausea, X- bars, ayy (hey)
I was 15, I was sippin’ c- with my dawg, yeah (codeine)
Pretty P-, P-, I feel gnarly (‘methazine)

Put up a stick and I hop on a plane
I’m still in my war ways (war ways)
Sh- is so risky, I gotta be gifted
He blessed me with fortune and fame (fortune and fame, nice)
I remember from 50, I couldn’t go back empty
I know I was stuck to the game, ah (stuck)
I’m loyal and I’ll never change, nah
I’m never gon’ go against the grain (go against the grain)

Never gon’ be the one turn on my brother
When police got us detained (nah)
I would never love a b- more than my mother
And that’s on my government name (nah)
I can’t be no sucker, I’m hatin’ on no one
And wish everybody get paid (paid)
‘Cause we countin’ up every day (every day)
Gettin’ high ’til I land in the grave

X-, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a n- h- in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
These b-, they hate, and you can’t miss what you never had
Hey, hey

Off the juice (juice), c- 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’

Yeah-yeah, yeah