Dollar Short

A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade
Two dimes, a nickel, a quarter. You're a dollar short
This ain't a charity girl, this shit is hand-made
Dog stole a lemon and now I gotta get some more
(Hey, yeah)

So your mouth, it takes all day, leaves a taste
A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade
And your tongue, it sings, fructose, fake, it stings
A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade
Hey, yeah

I'll make this real clear, let's end this right here
Another day, another hundred, I don't need your ugly money, girl
It's a bad taste of yours. How tight you gotta be
To give up this pure hand squeezed
Ice cold, rich and sweet
Dollar fifty lemonade?

So your mouth, it takes all day, leaves a taste
A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade
And your tongue, it sings, fructose, fake, it stings
A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade
Hey, yeah

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So your mouth, it takes all day, leaves a taste
A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade
And your tongue, it sings, fructose, fake, it stings
A bad breed. She wants a glass of lemonade