Lemonade Lyrics

Yea

The grind never stop

Grind till you muhfuckin drop

Let's go

Damn, I don't wanna go back to the broke days I don't wanna go back to the hurt days

I wanna hop up in this wraith And just get away, and just get away, and just get away, and just get away

I don't wanna go back to the broke days I don't wanna go back to the hurt days

I wanna hop up in this wraith And just get away, and just get away, and just get away, and just get away

I just wanna be happy I'm just tryna shine

I wanna be up in my bag Until the day that I die, yeah

I gotta problem with shit, though I like to blow me a check

When I get upset My mind be all in a mess

The money gon' clean up the shit

I hate that the money gotta clean the shit up I hate being materialistic, uh

I hate that I ran up them digits, uh I hate that I broke bread on them bitches, uh

I hate that I gave em a mention, uh I hate that I bought them some dinner, uh

I hate that I switched out the coupe too That money gone just like the women

They drunk up my sauce like it's Minute Maid, then was gone just like magician

I was just tryna make lemonade But life gave me bad lemons

Damn, I don't wanna go back to the broke days I don't wanna go back to the hurt days

I wanna hop up in this wraith And just get away, and just get away, and just get away, and just get away

I don't wanna go back to the broke days I don't wanna go back to the hurt days

I wanna hop up in this wraith And just get away, and just get away, and just get away, and just get away