Lemon (feat. Drake) [Drake Remix]

Shout out to them people

Mad ethnic right now

I get it how I live it

I live it how I get it

Y'all don't really get it

I pull up in a lemon

Blocks get to spendin'

Money 3D printin'

Never had a limit

Never been religious

I just always had opinions

My daddy told me, "Listen

You better get some money and not die or go to prison"

So you see

Yeah I got rich and stayed free

Free the dogs doin' B-I-D's

I know everybody not like me

Aye, got a nerd who want a Bentley for her birthday

I said, "Maybe I could rent it for your birthday"

Matter of fact, I need a favor for the remix

Maybe I could get some fifties for your birthday

Aye, get the sneakers for your bae

Say we talk, but we ain't speakin' every day

And I know you know what P about to say

Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

I get it how I live it

I live it how I get it

Count the motherfuckin' digits

I pull up with a lemon

Not 'cause she ain't livin'

It's just your eyes get acidic

And this here ain't a scrimmage

Motherfucker, we ain't finished

I told you we won't stop

A **** 'bout the business

Like yours, but you rent it

Wave hello to the top

****, the Veyron glide

Tell the paparazzi, "Get the lens right"

Got the window down, top, blowin' la

Got the hazard on, only doin' five

You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar'

And the truck behind me got arms

Yeah, longer than LeBron

Just waitin' for my thumb like The Fonz

Woo, this beat tastes like lunch

But it's runnin' from veneers and it's runnin' from the fronts

But everyday, hey, was lemonade

I was afraid, once a **** graduate

Would I be okay?

So I prayed and I played, it's Rihanna, ****

My constellation in space

Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn't chase, ****

Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath-bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

I get it how I live it

I live it how I get it

Count the motherfuckin' digits

I pull up with a lemon

Not 'cause she ain't livin'

It's just your eyes get acidic

And this here ain't a scrimmage

Motherfucker, we ain't finished

I told you we won't stop

A **** 'bout the business

Like yours, but you rent it

Wave hello to the top

****, the Veyron glide

Tell the paparazzi, "Get the lens right"

Got the window down, top, blowin' la

Got the hazard on, only doin' five

You could catch me

Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'

You could catch me