Internet Money - Lemonade Lyrics

Internet Money - Lemonade Lyrics

Lemonade Lyrics - Internet Money, Don Toliver, Gunna & Nav : Presenting the song Lemonade Lyrics, sung by Internet Money, Don Toliver, Gunna & Nav

Lyrics Lemonade – Internet Money feat. Don Toliver, Gunna & Nav


Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a n**ga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
These b**ches, they hate
And you can’t miss what you never had, hey, hey

Off the juice , codeine got me trippin’
Copped the coupe , woke up, roof is missin’
Ice , lemonade, my neck was drippin’
Ice , lemonade, my neck was drippin’

Addy boys, got some sixties in my bag
Lips sealed, ain’t pillow talkin’, I’m no rat
In my earlobe, got two karats, VVS
Got a penthouse near Rodeo off of stress

All this money, when I grew up, I had nothin’
Filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgustin’
Can’t believe it, gotta thank God that I’m livin’ comfortably
Gettin’ checks, I don’t believe her, she say she done with me
Burned some bridges and I let the fire light the way
Kickin’ my feet up, left the PJ’s on a PJ
Yeah, I’m a big dawg, and I walk around with no leash
I got water on me, yeah, everythin’ on Fiji

Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a n**ga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
These b**ches, they hate
And you can’t miss what you never had, hey, hey

Off the juice, codeine got me trippin’
Copped the coupe, woke up, roof is missin’
Ice, lemonade my neck was drippin’
Ice, lemonade my neck was drippin’

I’m a rockstar, play guitars, sippin’ ‘Wock, ayy
Adderall, feelin’ nasuea, Xanax bars, ayy
I was fifteen, I was sippin’ codeine with my dawg, ayy
Did a Percocet, Promethazine, I feel gnarly

Put up a stick and I hop on a plane
I’m still in my war ways
S**t is so risky, I gotta be gifted
He bless me with fortune and fame
I remember from fifty, I couldn’t go back empty
I know I was stuck to the game
I’m loyal and I’ll never change
Never gon’ go against the grain
Never gon’ be the one turn on my brother
When police got us detained

I would never love a b**ch more than my mother
And that’s on my government name
I can’t be no sucker, I’m hatin’ on no one
And wish everybody get paid
‘Cause we countin’ up eνery day
Gettin’ high ’til I land in the grave

Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a n**ga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
These b**ches, they hate
And you can’t miss what you never had, hey, hey

Off the juice, codeine got me trippin’
Copped the coupe, woke up, roof is missin’
Ice, lemonade my neck was drippin’
Ice, lemonade my neck was drippin’

Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Internet Money Lemonade feat. Don Toliver, Gunna & Nav

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