letra de lemonade - lil bean
[intro]
yeah, yeah
(let the beat ride out, ju)
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
yeah, tryna get my dollars up
sis don’t want that g-wagen, she want that brabus truck
just because a n-gga poppin’, they all poppin’ up
bad b-tch, she gon’ let me hit because i’m popular
i got lemonade like i’m don toliver
we got fifty a’s just in case the drama come
this b-tch say she want a birkin, ain’t buy my mama one
‘member i used to want a mercedes, i went and bought me one
[verse 1]
i could tell a n-gga goofy, you’ll give your mama up
man, these n-ggas like some lil’ girls, should call ’em powerpuffs
n-ggas claimin’ we the same, bae, them n-ggas not with us
think i got into a brawl, every pocket knotted up
i want plain jane, grown-man rollie
i was makin’ money fast, but i counted slowly
bro, you ask too many questions, soundin’ like the police
baby, you just know my song, you don’t really know me
too many phonies, impostors, i’m sick, i need doctor
at the concert, brodie backstage with that chopper
better calm down, he make you kickflip just like soccer
think my head gone, i’m not all the way there, i need counsel
ain’t no rap song, i really did it for real, sleep on couches
came from hand-me-downs and now it’s five bands on my outfit
from that bottom, i came up to this, they still doubt me
i’m a taxpayer, i had to send the wire to my accountant
[chorus]
yeah, tryna get my dollars up
sis don’t want that g-wagen, she want that brabus truck
just because a n-gga poppin’, they all poppin’ up
bad b-tch, she gon’ let me hit because i’m popular
i got lemonade like i’m don toliver
we got fifty a’s just in case the drama come
this b-tch say she want a birkin, ain’t buy my mama one
‘member i used to want a mercedes, i went and bought me one
[verse 2]
always have good intentions, i believe in karma
diamonds on, i’m from the trenches, i hold my arm up
the whole block parked with benzes, paid in full like harlem
i been betrayed by so many, i got my guard up
i ain’t never need no one, get it by my lonely
yeah, we still believe in violence, just don’t promote it
can’t let n0body sit behind me, i question motives
we keep that heat like pat riley, this sh-t’ll be over
we like rollies and cubans, pockets fat like rasputia
that sh-t over, you tryna find love, ain’t no cupid
i’m a lion, i’m tryna raise my cubs like i’m lucious
i been grindin’, i feel like jay-z, this my blueprint
is you ridin’? is you gon’ bring me down or gon’ boost me?
they be watchin’, i know hatin’, clockin’ all my moves
this that 8-ball, side pocket, boy, i keep pool sticks
these is gia-certified, miss me with that fu’ sh-t
[chorus]
yeah, tryna get my dollars up
sis don’t want that g-wagen, she want that brabus truck
just because a n-gga poppin’, they all poppin’ up
bad b-tch, she gon’ let me hit because i’m popular
i got lemonade like i’m don toliver
we got fifty a’s just in case the drama come
this b-tch say she want a birkin, ain’t buy my mama one
‘member i used to want a mercedes, i went and bought me one
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