Internet Money – Lemonade (ft. Gunna, Nav & Don Toliver) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

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

Internet Money unveils “Lemonade” featuring Gunna, Nav & Don Toliver. Listen, watch the LoneWolf-directed video, stream buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by Nick Mira, Alec Wigdahl, E-Trou, Taz Taylor & Pharaoh Vice.

Internet Money Lemonade
Internet Money Lemonade

The details regarding Internet Money’s debut album remain scarce, but “Lemonade” gives the world a glimpse at what to expect. The single features looks from Gunna, Nav, and Don Toliver, and with these three hitmakers on one track, it’s sure to quickly be in heavy rotation among rap fans. The producer collective Internet Money share a guitar-laden beat with Don Toliver on the hook while he also drops verses along with Gunna and Nav.

We recently received another collaboration between Gunna and Toliver as they linked with Chase B for “Cafeteria.” Gunna and Nav have also worked together in the past, repeatedly, on tracks like “Turks” with Travis Scott, “Car Sick” with Metro Boomin, “Codeine,” and “Nothing 4 Free.”

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

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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]
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 1: NAV]
Addy boys, got some sixties in my bag (Yeah)
Lips sealed, 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 PJ’s on a PJ (PJ)
Yeah, I’m a big dawg, and I walk around with no leash (Oh)
I got water on me, yeah, everythin’ 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]
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’, ayy

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I’m a rockstar, play guitars, sippin’ Wock’, ayy (Hey)
Adderall, feelin’ nausea, Xanax bars, ayy (Hey)
I was fifteen, I was sippin’ codeine with my dawg, ayy (Codeine)
Pretty Percocet, Promethazine, I feel gnarly (Promethazine)
Put up a stick and I hop on a plane
I’m still in my war ways (War ways)
Shit is so risky, I gotta be gifted
He bless me with fortune and fame (Fortune and fame, nice)
I remember from fifty, I couldn’t go back empty
I know I was stuck to the game, ah (Stuck)
I’m loyal and I’ll never change, nah
Never gon’ go against the grain (Go against the grain)
Never gon’ be the one turn on my brother
When police got us detained (Nah)
I would never love a bitch more than my mother
And that’s on my government name (Nah)
I can’t be no sucker, I’m hatin’ on no one
And 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’
Ice (Ice), lemonade my neck was drippin’
Ice (Ice), lemonade my neck was drippin’

[Outro: Don Toliver]
Hey, yeah, yeah

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