Expensive Lemonade lyrics

[Intro]
Hold on, hold on, b*tch
WavMaker
Hand me that bottled water, please
Thank you sweetheart, you're doin’ good
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Uh

[Verse 1]
I got to stay ready (Yeah), lobster in my spaghetti (Yeah)
ASC McLaren, I need the '87 (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
My lil' bro play for Denver, I had to cop the jersey
We at Ruth’s Chris, filet mignon, it's me and Worthy (Worthy)
This lemonade eleven dollars, b*tch, and that's for certain (For certain)
I got a b*tch from Honolulu, and she a pro surfer (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm eatin' crab cakes, my pinky ring cost eleven (Good job)
Any b*tch that left me, I'm pretty sure she stressin' (Sock it to me)
f*ckin' with the same n*ggas and the same b*tches (The same b*tches)
This bassline go crazy, I had to f*ck with it (Off the dribble)
Aix Max’s with the Gucci jacket, I’m doin' good (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I know that sh*t prolly didn’t rhyme, but it wasn't stupid (Goddamn)
Never catch me at the club, at a n*gga table (Haha)
My socks cost a hunid dollars, a slight dumb investment (It's nothin')
But I came from nothin’(Yeah)
That's probably why this lemonade cost seven somethin' (Good job, Larry)
Young n*gga stuntin' (Yeah)
[Interlude]
You know, b*tch, f*ckin' with me, sh*t can be different
You know I'm sayin'? I'ma buy you a bike
I'ma take you to some muf*ckin' trails
And we gon' get this muf*ckin' money, last but not least

[Verse 2]
In 2016, I spent sixty on this (Sixty on this)
Then, took my sh*t to San Leandro to get my sh*t re-hit (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ask my n*gga Stevie Mack (Damn), he was right there with me (Right there with me)
‘Round the same time, that n*gga went and got him a 6 (Good job)
You can't do the same sh*t (Uh) and expect to grow (Expect to grow)
You can't be afraid to lose, I'm takin' chances for sure (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
If I'm rich, if I'm broke, sh*t, you never'll know (Never'll know)
I've been stressin' a lil' bit (Yeah), let me blow this dro (What's hannin'?)
Take a couple phone calls, then I fold my clothes (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
If the b*tch got too much baggage (Damn), I might tuck and roll (I'm outta here)
While you sensitive ass P's put your hands on a ho (Goddamn)
If a b*tch wanna dip, I tell that b*tch she can go (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Eat some frozen yogurt, read a book, then head to the store (Good job)
We can go do yoga, but after this, we trappin' for sure (What's hannin'?)
If I ain't in the booth, I'm prolly somewhere mackin' a ho

[Outro]
Ayy, b*tch, hand me that lemonade, please (Damn)
Thank you (sh*t)
(Man, ayy, ayy, good job, Larry, damn, sh*t, sh*t, man)
WavMaker
(Man, ayy, ayy, ayy, sock it to me, damn, uh, groovy)
Hell yeah, n*gga, I spent seven for this (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
And if I get the bigger one, it's prolly eleven sun'
Off the dribble, sock it to me