Lemonade (Feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Hey, I'm really rich

We do that shit they imitate, he a bitch, he been a fake
We is high as shit, he just stuffed a paper with an eighth
Yellow gold Cuban, it look like I got on lemonade
I just hit the blunt, I forgot what I was finna say
Fuck, okay, now I remember, hm
I'm eating lettuce for dinner
Y'all know I'm the biggest, I feel like the center
I got the lil' bitch on my wood, she ridin'
And shit, she might get her a splinter
Ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause I'm good
I'm movin' too tact', I'm not a beginner
Okay, okay

Pull up, got all tens, I got a bag, I spend
Her lease is up, I'm askin' her where she gon' go, she said, "My skin"
I'm fuckin' with London, I'm lovin'
The women out there, them bitches tens
I'm riskin' my life for the pussy
I'm somewhere in Brixton in the ends
Okay, she wanna link, but I'm booked 'til May
I been turnt since a teen, I don't age
I run up the racks, I spend it, get right back, I just got paid
She cannot adapt, I'm too turnt up to the max, I'm in that phase

We do that shit they imitate, he a bitch, he been a fake
We is high as shit, he just stuffed a paper with an eighth
Yellow gold Cuban, it look like I got on lemonade
I just hit the blunt, I forgot what I was finna say
Fuck, okay, now I remember, hm
I'm eating lettuce for dinner
Y'all know I'm the biggest, I feel like the center
I got the lil' bitch on my wood, she ridin'
And shit, she might get her a splinter
Ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause I'm good
I'm movin' too tact', I'm not a beginner

My cars are bigger, my broads are thicker
I stay with my dogs, so don't make me sick 'em
I roll me one up and another one quicker
I came in with one, leave with somethin' that's different
You niggas my sons, so you gotta be kiddin', my
Lighter keep flickin' (My lighter keep flickin')
My money is up and you walk around broke
But you not even injured (Not even injured)
Been out here runnin' for fifteen years plus and
I'm not even finished (I'm not even finished)
Too many cars for my garage and my house
Isn't listed (My house isn't listed)
I'm gettin' lifted, come see Khalifa, man
That's a pound gifted (That's a pound gifted)
Another three million, that's just the flight
And the out-of-town visit (Out-of-town visit)

We do that shit they imitate, he a bitch, he been a fake
We is high as shit, he just stuffed a paper with an eighth
Yellow gold Cuban, it look like I got on lemonade
I just hit the blunt, I forgot what I was finna say
Fuck, okay, now I remember, hm
I'm eating lettuce for dinner
Y'all know I'm the biggest, I feel like the center
I got the lil' bitch on my wood, she ridin'
And shit, she might get her a splinter
Ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause I'm good
I'm movin' too tact', I'm not a beginner
Okay, okay