Lemon

Used to pull up in a lemon
Found a two seater
Main bitch got tired of waitin'
Fuck that hoe got me a eater
Fuck nigga said he ain't pussy
well me neither
Used to keep bags in Adidas
Till I charged up, now I don't need em
Only hatin' niggas think I flex
Pocket watchin', no tellin' what's next
Only money moves, even through text
I'm a hustler till my last breath
Why that hoe think that I need her
Pussy go round, I don't keep it
Keep it low-key like my ringer
Stackin' my bread like a Anita

Ayy, pull up and hop out, but I ain't come here for no bitches
But that doesn't mean that these bitches don't give me attention
Nickname her London, cause she always droppin' her bridges
I got the 400 finish, Daytona circuit
Don't go back and forth, I don't like to play tennis
Duvall my witness, I don't be playin' with bitches
Don't handle business with children, fill up my glass
Dealin' with bosses and whiskey, I left the beef in the past
Nah, I just hustle, what did you expect
I got put in a bubble
Now the only thing I see is the light at the end of the tunnel
Universe keepin' me humble, but fuck that shit
All of this money, my pants don't fit
Used to laugh at me, but that changed quick
Now they just hatin', old hoes wanna be my old lady
But fuck that shit, all of these bitches be taken
Tryna have Zayla and Zayden
Only thing I wanna do is make a down payment on the new Mercedes

Used to pull up in a lemon
Found a two seater
Main bitch got tired of waitin'
Fuck that hoe got me a eater
Fuck nigga said he ain't pussy
well me neither
Used to keep bags in Adidas
Till I charged up, now I don't need em
Only hatin' niggas think I flex
Pocket watchin', no tellin' what's next
Only money moves, even through text
I'm a hustler till my last breath
Why that hoe think that I need her
Pussy go round, I don't keep it
Keep it low-key like my ringer
Stackin' my bread like a Anita



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Writer(s): Xavier Butts
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