Lemonade - Intellectual

[Intro]

Can't make no real decision based on emotion

You especially can't make no money

And I'm here to get paid

Sit with my son in the shade, sippin' lemonade

If that's his favorite, I'll buy it

I mix mine with iced tea, I let him try it

If I told you I have fo' million in the bank, I'd be lyin'

If I told you I was broke, you wouldn't believe me, anyways

So it's a good thing I'm not, takin' pictures in the fox

I remember when we used to be in here eatin' Whoppers

Rollin' five homies deep, mall security would stop us

'What ya'll up to? Ay, ya'll ain't shoppin', ya'll ain't workin'

Ya'll just makin' people nervous with them backpacks

Size thirty-eighty jeans, and you got your hat back'

That's another trademark, we was on the fast track

In the midst of growin' up, memories from, like, threesome

Through all the ups and downs

I always felt we was gon' be somethin'

At eighteen months old, through a smile, I see teeth comin'

Now all he wanna drink is lemonade

Good thing it don't take much to make that

It's a good thing it don't take much to make that

Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze

Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze, water, sugar, lemon

Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze

Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze, water, sugar, lemon

Just another Friday in the studio

Truck ain't ready yet, just got the text from Julio

Rydell Chevrolet in Northridge, yes, I did

'Aren't you Dom Kenne--?' 'Yeah, yes, I is'

And I might have never blew the charts out

But girls still rock my T-shirt with they hearts out

Ay, and you know what I mean, player

250 a pop, them A.P.C. jeans, player

Uh, I be shoppin', I ain't frontin'

I could buy you what you wanted with my backpack

Let me get my notepad, a pencil, or a pen

Leave me in the studio

I guarantee when you come in I'll be finished

Cause I probably got a ticket fuckin' parkin'

Hate quiet neighborhoods, I'm used to hearin' dogs barkin'

Kids runnin', now formula is no longer the formula

Cause all he wanna drink is lemonade