[Intro]

I pour lean in the Minute Maid juice (Ooh, Sav killed it)

I had a dream 'bout a lemonade coupe

[Verse]

Ayy, I pour lean in the lemon— damn

I pour lean in the Minute Maid juice

I had dreams 'bout a lemonade coupe with the lemonade roof

Mixin' Wock' with Kool-Aid, taste like lemonade juice

Bro put his— ah

Bro put his car in sport, shit, I'm finna race too

I be tryna get some money, shit, that's who I race to

I'm tryna pass you to the team, girl, why would I— ah

You let my nigga hit you, girl, why would I date you?

You don't even get no buckets, girl, why would I play you?

And I ain't got a million yet, but I swear I can't—

And I ain't got a million yet, but I swear I can't wait to

I'm the Coochie Man, baby girl, but I can't s—

I'm the Coochie Man, baby girl, but I can't save you

If I started with a dollar, better bet I made two

I ain't know that was your bitch, I probably— yeah

I ain't know that was your bitch, I probably hit your main boo

I can make a bitch get water, she get wet like rain do

Suck my dick, make her feel it in her chest like pain do

Even if you shinin' hard, over here, it rain too

Beat your ass, I'll kick you in your chest like Kang do

Make the bitch blow me to the top like fame do

Ayy, I should've bought a ring, I'm finna mary jane too

Smoke so much weed, I can feel it in my brain too

Feel it in the air, I can feel it in the rain too

These niggas scared, I can see you and your gang too

I be with my brothers, you gon' see me with the same dudes

Same shit they taught us back in school, these the same rules

But I don't follow none

Why you always in some fuckin' beef and you ain't got a gun?

Why the fuck you always in some beef and you got a son?

Damn