(Intro : Gucci Mane)
My Phantom sitting on sixes, no twenties in my denim
Your Cutlass motor knocking because it is a lemon
I like them Georgia peaches but you look more like a lemon
These sour apple bitter bitches I'm not fucking with 'em
I'm truly stupid paid, that's just how I feel today
I'm moving slow cause codeine syrup's in my lemonade
I'm standing in the shade and I'm selling lemonade
Six hundred a pint, the going rate off in the A
Lemonade diamond bracelet, put it in your face
Lemonhead diamond earrings I wore yesterday
I'm pimping wearing lemon, that's just how I'm chilling
I'm smoking grits and selling chickens, Corvette painted lemons


(Verse 1)
Diamonds in my teeth, shining on these bitches shade
Invite me over for dinner, watch me come 2 hours late
I didn’t wanna pull up, I was posted in the shade
Pink pepto bismol, after that food your momma made
I’m dressed in pastels bright like pink lemonade
Had my pink Fedora on oh, I swore my life is made
I needed something sweet he brought me gatorade
I threw in his face, he thought this was a game
I need some iced pink lemonade I should not have to wait
My squad brings the heat, no Dwyane Wade
I don’t wanna see no opps so I close up my pink drapes
They don’t get my swag, I’m in the A out from LA
Tiva