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Yeah, uh, ay, ay, ay, ay, who dat, where? Got no deal, but I still got clout Broke back in when they lock me out I got sauce like I'm Tapatio Looks like your goin through a drought (Woah, woah, woah, woah) I get paid when I'm on the couch No you don't, better shut your mouth I don't give a fuck what your talkin' bout I'm a boss son I've been gettin' lost in the sauce, shit is awesome Don't be in my DMs if you can't afford the car son Every day's a party, my life look like Mardi Gras son Bitch I'm on one I ain't fuckin' slept in eleven days Pour another bottle in the lemonade Gettin' paid Drivin' like I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' getaway Everyday, pour another bottle in the lemonade Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up pump the breaks I'm still eatin' even when there's way too much up on my plate Went from ramen noodles Now I'm coppin' lobster tails n' steak Pease excuse my fuckin' attitude I'm saving room for cake I gotta go I gotta jet Money is time And I need a check I gotta bounce I gotta move Feel like an emperor I'm in my groove My wallet Picasso, my Benjamin's blue I get a bag for what ever I do I've been the best since 2002 I could do anything better than you I ain't fuckin' slept in eleven days Pour another bottle in the lemonade Gettin' paid Drivin' like I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' getaway Everyday, pour another bottle in the lemonade I ain't fuckin' slept in eleven days Pour another bottle in the lemonade Gettin' paid Drivin' like I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' getaway Everyday, pour another bottle in the lemonade
Writer(s): Brandon Gobes, Jérémy Schmitt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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