Lemonade Lyrics

Swank Swank Swank Swank

Countin' money in the motherfuckin' bank

What they thought, nigga, fuck what you think

Countin' money, give a fuck what you think

Sippin' Dusse with the fuckin' lemonade

I was smokin' dope, I was smokin' pain

Had to keep a chop loaded for the fakes

Bitch, I'm keepin' that flame

Two-tone on the frame

Bitch, I go insane

Hit they brain

Choppa, chew em up

Choppa, eatin' good

This shit a game

Bitch, I'm smokin' dope

Bitch, I'm smokin' flames

I got different dope, I got different strains

If you wanna smoke, bitch, I'll fry your brains

And she wanna give me top, she give me brain

Sippin' styrofoam

I be in the streets and it's gettin' cold

You can never fold

Got your hoe on green, gotta let it go!

Countin' money in the motherfuckin' bank

What they thought, nigga, fuck what you think

Countin' money, give a fuck what you think

Sippin' Dusse with the fuckin' lemonade

Pull up with that dough

Peep them bitches, want it, all of it

Tinted up the Range

In the back, I'm doin' all of it

Hit it up, I beat it down

No, I ain't never callin' it

I just tell her, hit, my bro N' them

That's my partner, N' Nem'

Like my bitches, like my bud

No, bitch, I go exotic, huh

Jeweler hit me up

He said, what pieces

I said, all of them

Everybody callin

Everybody callin

Cause they know I got my profit up

Keep the choppas loaded

Ain't nobody gonna bother us

Countin' money in the motherfuckin' bank

What they thought, nigga, fuck what you think

Countin' money, give a fuck what you think

Sippin' Dusse with the fuckin' lemonade

Countin' money in the motherfuckin' bank

What they thought, nigga, fuck what you think

Countin' money, give a fuck what you think

Sippin' Dusse with the fuckin' lemonade