Lemonade Lyrics

Just a young nigga

Out here trying to get paid

If you ain’t bout that money

Then you just in the way

When life give you lemons

You just make lemonade

They see me doing better

So of course they gone hate

In my own lane

I don't care what you do

If you ain’t getting money

Nigga shame on you

This nigga looking blue

But he don’t have a clue

You might have some sauce

But I got all the juice

I know you see me dripping

When I’m walking through

I know you see me limping

When I’m walking too

Thats because my pockets fat

But they ain’t dropping weight

Icing on my face

Because I’m getting cake

My new bitch she bad

Put in her designer

I know she rockin with me

Ain’t talking recliners

They tired of me winning

Gone head take a nap

I ain’t done winning yet

Gone do another lap

Don’t ask for a feature

If you cant afford it

Niggas stay to high

All the time I’m soaring

I’m always in the booth

No time for the snoring

They got to turn the fan on

When I start recording

Just a young nigga

Out here trying to get paid

If you ain’t bout that money

Then you just in the way

When life give you lemons

You just make lemonade

They see me doing better

So of course they gone hate

In my own lane

I don't care what you do

If you ain’t getting money

Nigga shame on you

This nigga looking blue

But he don’t have a clue

You might have some Sauce

But I got all the juice

Roll me up a blunt

Stuff it with up runtz

Searching for the guap

Bitch I’m on the hunt

Roll me up a joint

Wedding cake on point

Smoking on this loud

You gone hear the noise

I don’t get out of breath

From Steady chasing checks

I’m the crack that broke your

Momma back so

Watch your step

Don’t be tripping

Don’t be tweaking

All the fake love I be peeping

Cut you off if you be leeching

Got a bitch I gotta see

About some mouth

Ain’t talking speaking

Check yo bitch

Because she be creeping

Elevation what I’m seeking

I’m too fly there ain’t no ceiling

I be working while you tweeting

Making moves while you be seated

Wake you up if you was sleeping

I’m A1 you made you the D list

Just a young nigga

Out here trying to get paid

If you ain’t bout that money

Then you just in the way

When life give you lemons

You just make lemonade

They see me doing better

So of course they gone hate

In my own lane

I don't care what you do

If you ain’t getting money

Nigga shame on you

This nigga looking blue

But he don’t have a clue

You might have some sauce

But I got all the juice