Pink Lemonade lyrics

[Intro]
We just playin' with 'em on this one, you heard me?

[Chorus]
Pour some drank inside the lemonade and turn that b*tch pink
VV's in my ring, really water like a sink
40 racks in my jeans like a n*gga robbed a brink
You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I don't never wanna link
Everyday I wake up and try to double up the profit
I don't work inside a trap, I don't got no fiends knockin'
But my bag goin' up, ain't no way this sh*t stoppin'
I can walk inside a Nina's, if I like it, I'ma cop it
Spend a rack on some shoes and 500 on a tee
Paid 6 for the ring, another 10 on my teeth
Give a f*ckin' what they reppin', [?]
Hottest n*gga in the hood and the hottest in the streets
f*ck double, I'ma try and go make thе money triple
Wake up and hit thе block, [?]
Got a choppa in this b*tch, pack a punch like [?]
Have them hitters go and fill a opp with lead like a pencil

[Verse]
I-I'ma sip on drank 'til my eyes go shut
Straight drop inside my cup, boy, [?]
Got a bad bougee b*tch but I f*ck her like a sl*t
She know I'm a rare breed and these lil' n*ggas mutts
Quick to put a hole in one like a n*gga playin' put
Bring them rounds to yo' door like I work at Pizza Hut
I got a Glock with a di*k, it's boutta bust, you catch a nut
Walk the city with no bodyguard, I still don't get touched
I got bloods that get it poppin', I got crips that get it crackin'
f*ck a semi, they be ridin' with a fully automatic
And my gang [?], they gon' let them n*ggas have it
n*ggas jealous like a b*tch 'cause they know my money stackin'
I done balled on these n*ggas like Sam L Jackson
No cap in my rap, I be really countin' [?]
Like a n*gga got addicted, you can tell that I'm packin'
No standin' ovation but this b*tch start clappin'
I'ma still crash this sh*t even though I'm off the lean
Everything I spit is dope, I done turn 'em to a fiend
Why my money so dirty but I'm ridin' so clean?
I'm tryna go and stuff a hoe with 50 ball in my jeans
n*ggas gangster on the net but they not what they seem
Freddy Krueger, I'm a nightmare in these n*ggas dreams
'Member I was kickin' doors, masked up like scream
Now I got racks off the rap, b*tch, I'm really gettin' cream
[Chorus]
Pour some drank inside the lemonade and turn that b*tch pink
VVS in my ring, really water like a sink
40 racks in my jeans like a n*gga robbed a brink
You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I don't never wanna link
Everyday I wake up and try to double up the profit
I don't work inside a trap, I don't got no fiends knockin'
But my bag goin' up, ain't no way this sh*t stoppin'
I can walk inside a Nina's, if I like it, I'ma cop it
Spend a rack on some shoes and 500 on a tee
Paid 6 for the ring, another 10 on my teeth
Give a f*ckin' what they reppin', [?]
Hottest n*gga in the hood and the hottest in the streets
f*ck double, I'ma try and go make the money triple
Wake up and hit the block, [?]
Got a choppa in this b*tch, pack a punch like [?]
Have them hitters go and fill a opp with lead like a pencil