Dollar Short Lyrics

A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade

Two dimes, a nickel, a quarter. You're a dollar short

This ain't a charity girl, this shit is hand-made

Dog stole a lemon and now I gotta get some more

So your mouth, it takes all day, leaves a taste

A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade

And your tongue, it sings, fructose, fake, it stings

A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade

Hey, yeah

I'll make this real clear, let's end this right here

Another day, another hundred, I don't need your ugly money, girl

It's a bad taste of yours. How tight you gotta be

To give up this pure hand squeezed

Ice cold, rich and sweet, dollar fifty lemonade?

So your mouth, it takes all day, leaves a taste

A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade

And your tongue, it sings, fructose, fake, it stings

A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade

Hey, yeah

So your mouth, it takes all day, leaves a taste

A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade

And your tongue, it sings, fructose, fake, it stings

A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade