Lemonade (Don Toliver - Gunna - Nav) Akor - Internet Money

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 Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
G#m            A
 College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
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 Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
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 These bitches, they hate, and you can't miss what you never had, hey, hey

C#m             B
 Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice)
G#m                A
 Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missin' (yeah)
C#m         B
 Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
G#m         A
 Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'

G#m
 Addy boys, got some sixties in my bag (oh, yeah)
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 Lips sealed, I ain't pillow talkin', I'm not rat (no)
C#m             B
 In my earlobe, got two karats, VVS (bling)
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 Got a penthouse near Rodeo off of strips (strips)
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 All this money, when I grew up, I had nothin' (nothin')
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 Filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgustin' (disgustin')
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 Can't believe it, gotta thank God that I'm livin' comfortably (Thank God)
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 Getting checks, I don't believe her, she say she done with me
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 Burned some bridges and I let the fire light the way (oh-woah)
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 Kickin' my feet up, left the PJ's on a PJ (PJ)
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 Yeah, I'm a big dog, and I walk around with no leash (Oh)
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  I got water on me, yeah, everythin' on Fiji

C#m          B
 Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
G#m            A
 College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
C#m             B
 Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
G#m                            A                                       C#m
 These bitches, they hate, and you can't miss what you never had, hey, hey

C#m             B
 Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice)
G#m                A
 Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missin' (yeah)
C#m          B
 Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
G#m          A
 Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'

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 I'm a rockstar, play guitars, sippin' 'Wock, hey (hey)
G#m        A
 Adderall, Fentanyl, Xanax bars, ayy (Hey)
C#m                   B
 I was fifteen, I was sippin' codeine with my dawg, ayy (codeine)
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 Did a Percocet, Promethazine, I feel nauseous (promethazine)
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 Put up a stick and I hop on a plane

 I'm still in my war ways (war ways)
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 Shit is so risky, I gotta be gifted

He blessed me with fortune and fame (Fortune and fame, nice)
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 I made my first fifty, I couldn't go back empty

I knew I was stuck to the game (stuck)
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I'm loyal and I'll never change

I'm never gon' go against the grain (go 'gainst the grain)
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I'm never gon' be one turn on my brother when polices got us detained (Nah)
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  I won't never love a bitch more than my mother

And that's on my government name (nah)
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  I can't be no sucker, ain't hatin' on no one

I wish everybody get paid (paid)
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  'Cause we countin' up every day (every day)

Gettin' high 'til I land in the grave

C#m           B
  Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
G#m             A
  College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
C#m              B
  Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
G#m                             A
  These bitches, they hate, and you can't miss what you never had, hey, hey

C#m              B
  Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice)
G#m                 A
  Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missin' (yeah)
C#m          B
  Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
G#m          A
  Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'

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      Yeah, yeah, yeah

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