Lemonade lyrics

[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 nobody 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