Lyrics Get Away - The Internet

Get Away

Live a life of luxury, models in my money trees
Such beautiful company
Fuck a 9 to 5 I’m seeing dollar signs
But I’m still driving around in my old whip, still living at home
Got issues with my old chick, she blowin' up my phone hot
Talkin ‘bout some old shit, like who’s this, who’s that
Could be worse, so to calm her nerves
I just tell her
Roll up an L and light it, let’s go to space
Be my co, I’ll be the pilot, let’s get away
Let’s get away, let’s get away
Let’s get away, baby let’s get away
If money doesn’t fall from trees
Maybe we can make believe today
All I need is company
And rest assured, I got it babe
Working for the finer things (finer things)
Getting in all kind of ways, pennies all in my champagne
Every day we celebrate (celebrate)
Fuck your little funds, a million ain’t enough
But I’m still driving around in my old whip, still living at home
Got, issues with my new chick, she blowin' up my phone hot
All I hear is womp womp, womp womp (womp womp)
But it could be worse, girl, calm your nerves
I want you to
Roll up an L and light it, let’s go to space
Be my co-, I’ll be the pilot, let’s get away
Let’s get away, let’s get away
Let’s get away, baby let’s get away
Money doesn’t fall from trees
Maybe we can make believe today
All I need is company
And the rest is yours, I promise babe
If money don’t…
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