Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lemonade Mimosas, artist - Curren$y. Album song Pilot Talk: Trilogy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jet Life
Song language: English
Lemonade Mimosas |
Treacherous bitches tryna snatch bricks out the crib before you build it |
Roll one up for my nigga, gotta smoke it alone cause somebody killed him |
So I’m roaming the city stoned, won’t leave the town alone |
Stay puttin' on, new shit |
Louie Vuitton case for the pool sticks |
Want it off the brick, show you what to do with this |
Audio drug lord, penning that dope for yo ass to smoke |
Four bars like an 8 ball of snow |
Hundred dollar bills rolled into a straw |
She havin' a classic coke, her model feature still intact |
That powder yet to take a toll on her |
She in the suite at the game huntin' business owners |
Tryna get one of them fools to throw a ring on it |
Won’t be me or none of my homies |
That money got our attention every minute |
Every second thinking of ways to bring them cheques in |
It’s a obsession |
Focused on grosses, never on these hoes' |
Jets up in motion, Land, Air, Ocean |
Lames we don’t know them |
Game to be sold, not told |
Count it up, stash it |
Then bring some more in |
This is not a game but we playin' |
With some dope bitch |
Paid in the shade nigga |
Lemonade Mimosas |
Uh |
Airport passenger pick up |
Lookin' like a showroom |
This how our bitches come to get us |
Every moment worthy of pictures |
Each one worth a million |
Shift gears like pulling the trigger |
Killin' them niggas Leave they head spinnin' |
They find they women missin' |
Mama tryna kick it like a habit |
But if its not bout cash I keep dippin' |
That cadillac viscous |
Thats the homie Vish shit |
Painted and on switches riding to the bank |
Fuck what a bitch think no tint on the windows |
Sharks in the fish tank chillin |
Twistin' a zip of that dank |
On a mission to get bigger |
Expansion, more mansions |
More vehicles, more Villas |
Imagine it, my nigga |
Focused on grosses, never on these hoes' |
Jets up in motion, Land, Air, Ocean |
Lames we don’t know them |
Game to be sold, not told |
Count it up, stash it |
Then bring some more in |
This is not a game but we playin' |
With some dope bitch |
Paid in the shade nigga |
Lemonade Mimosas |
Paid in the shade nigga, Lemonade Mimosas |