Lemonade

The Wri$t (go) Bitch, I be talkin' business, I couldn't care less 'bout a fake And if it ain't about the money, I don't wanna hear you say it (ayy) So quit hatin' on my shit when you ain't tryna make no plays (yeah) When life gave me some lemons, went and made some lemonade (bitch) Fall back if you not wit' it 'cause if not you in the way I got my eyes set on the prize 'cause I ain't tryna waste away Can't help, but thank God for the ride, 'cause most ain't get to see the day (what?) If I'm lyin' then I'm dyin' shit, I'll take that to the grave (ayy, yeah) Poppin' three X at a time, nobody asked me if I'm straight (nah) When I was young, I had to learn to slap that smile on my face (ayy, yeah) My daddy used to tell my mommy, "Think you need to get in shape" (what?) Mommy still swallows the pills to try and make up for the pain (ayy, bitch) I really feel some type of way when people tell me that I'm great 'Cause I always seen it in me, still, despite all of the hate (true) Got 'em hot from inside out, they can't deny that it's my fate (nah, nah) And I know it's 'cause I'm blessed up stayed alive 'cause I had faith (yeah), yeah And I still want more, yeah, don't fuck with none y'all hoes, yeah I got my shit on my own, yeah, and I can't stop, that's fasho, yeah When you get to taste the top, then you get grateful for the bottom I got bitches hatin' on me wishin' they could try to stop it (ayy) Tryna clown me, who you kiddin' ho? You doin' too much talkin' (what?) Never gonna get next to me, grab a seat and keep on watchin' (ayy, bitch) These bitches don't want smoke with me, I put that on my mama No, I'm not with all the fuckery, not fuckin' with the drama Yo, be careful who you keep 'round when you tryna double commas 'Cause the ones that say they love ya steady plottin' on a come up Say one thing, act another, that's the shit that I can't trust in When you catch 'em lyin' to you, they act like they ain't get busted Might as well have dodged a bullet 'cause you lookin' pretty suspect Only real ones in my circle, gonna keep you at a distance You don't fuck with me from the jump, then you don't fuck with me at all (nah) 'Cause all my day ones get a plate, and everybody pass the salt (ayy, yeah) Max the fuck out at my table, only real ones get a seat (what? Yeah) Told you I was money hungry, well everybody gotta eat (true, yeah) Mama somewhat raised me carelessly, that's why I'm never scared of things (true) But I don't hate her for it, 'cause now I'm right where I'm supposed to be (nah) And keep my name out of your mouth because I do not give a fuck I dug my shit right out the mud, but if you tried it you'd get stuck (yeah) And I still want more, yeah, don't fuck with none y'all hoes, yeah I got my shit on my own, yeah, and I can't stop, that's fasho, yeah When you get to taste the top, then you get grateful for the bottom I got bitches hatin' on me wishin' they could try to stop it (ayy) Tryna clown me, who you kiddin' ho? You doin' too much talkin' (what?) Never gonna get next to me, grab a seat and keep on watchin' (ayy, bitch) (Only in Thomasville)