Internet Money – Lemonade (Latin Remix) (ft. Anuel AA, Gunna, Nav & Don Toliver) (Audio, Lyrics)

Internet Money - Lemonade (Latin Remix) (ft. Anuel AA, Gunna, Nav & Don Toliver) (prod. Taz Taylor, Pharaoh Vice, E-Trou, Alec Wigdahl & Nick Mira)

is back with the Latin remix to “” featuring Anuel AA, , & . Listen, watch lyric video, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by , , , Alec Wigdahl & .

Internet Money Lemonade (latin Remix)
Internet Money Lemonade (latin Remix)

There have been some amazing new songs this year although none have put us in a better mood than Internet Money’s “Lemonade” which features vocals from the likes of Gunna, Nav, and of course, Don Toliver. It’s easily one of the best songs of the year and recently, Internet Money came through with a “Latin Remix” that features the likes of Anuel AA.

The song’s production remains intact, as do the verses from Toliver, Gunna, and Nav. This time around, however, we get a carefully placed verse from Anuel AA who delivers some Spanish bars that contain his signature sound. It makes for a fun remix that will certainly appeal to a wide audience.

Internet Money – Lemonade (Latin Remix) (ft. Anuel AA, Gunna, Nav & Don Toliver) (prod. Taz Taylor, Pharaoh Vice, E-Trou, Alec Wigdahl & Nick Mira)

Lyric Video

Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver]
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
These bitches, they hate, and you can’t miss what you never had, hey, hey

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Anuel AA]
Off the juice (Juice), codeine got me trippin’ (Juice)
Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missin’ (Yeah)
Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’ (Anuel)
Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’

[Verse 1: Anuel AA]
Cuatro, cinco Perco en la mano, agua Fiji (Agua Fiji)
El Phillie en los de’o, en la muñeca el Richard Mille (Richard Mille)
Un millón en el carro, puerta suicida, Robin Willi (Brr)
Y si me matan los espero en el cielo con Kobe y Gigi
De rodilla’ ante Dio’ y millonario ante el hombre (Hombre)
En la FN en cada bala está tu nombre (Brr)
Los billete’ azule’ también tienen do’ cara’ (Cara’, cara’)
No siempre los tuve, pero tenía pa’ bala’ (Brr)
Siempre vestío’ ‘e Louis Vuitton, pelo rosita o neón
En probatoria y siempre con el pistolón, woh-oh
Llevo dos año’ en la cima y sigo postea’o como un buzón (Brr)

[Bridge: Anuel AA]
Fanta azul, el lean me duerme el rostro
El AK full (Brr) ya me tiene viendo mostro’
Uah (¿Ah?), el tambor no se congela
Uah (Ah), las bala’ entran y muerto’ modelan (Brr)

[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver]
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
These bitches, they hate, and you can’t miss what you never had, hey, hey

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Off the juice (Juice), codeine got me trippin’ (Juice)
Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missin’ (Yeah)
Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’
Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’

[Verse 2: NAV]
Addy boys, got some sixties in my bag (Addy)
Lips sealed, I ain’t pillow talkin’, I’m no rat (No)
In my earlobe, got two karats, VVS (Bling)
Got a penthouse near Rodeo off of stress (Stress)
All this money, when I grew up, I had nothing (Nothing)
Filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgusting (Disgusting)
Can’t believe it, gotta thank God that I’m livin’ comfortably (Thank God)
Gettin’ checks, I don’t believe her, she say she done with me
Burned some bridges and I let the fire light the way (Oh-woah)
Kickin’ my feet up, left the PJs on a PJ (A PJ)
Yeah, I’m a big dawg, and I walk around with no leash (Oh-oh)
I got water on me, yeah, everything on Fiji

[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver]
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
These bitches, they hate, and you can’t miss what you never had, hey, hey

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Gunna]
Off the juice (Juice), codeine got me trippin’ (Juice)
Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missin’ (Yeah)
Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’
Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’ (Hey, hey)

[Verse 3: Gunna]
I’m a rockstar, play guitars, sippin’ Wock’, hey (Hey)
Adderall, fentanyl, Xanax bars, ayy (Hey)
I was fifteen, I was sippin’ codeine with my dawg, ayy (Codeine)
Did a Percocet, Promethazine, I feel gnarly (Promethazine)
Put up a stick and I hop on a plane
Still in my war ways (War ways)
Shit is so risky, I gotta be gifted
He blessed me with fortune and fame (Fortune and fame, nice)
I remember from fifty, I couldn’t go back empty
I knew I was stuck to the game (Stuck)
I’m loyal and I’ll never change, nah
I’m never gon’ go against the grain (Go against the grain)
I’m never gon’ be the one to turn on my brother
When police has got us detained (Nah)
I won’t ever love a bitch more than my mother
And that’s on my government name (Nah)
I can’t be no sucker, ain’t hatin’ on no one
I wish everybody get paid (Paid)
‘Cause we countin’ up every day (Every day)
Gettin’ high ’til I land in the grave

[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver]
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
These bitches, they hate, and you can’t miss what you never had, hey, hey

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Off the juice (Juice), codeine got me trippin’ (Juice)
Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missin’ (Yeah)
Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’
Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’

[Outro: Don Toliver]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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