Bangladesh - Lemonade (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Yeah it's Gucci, wa**up baby Yellow everything this time You know what I'm talking about Yellow rims, yellow big booty, yellow bones Yellow Lambs, yellow MP's, yellow watch Yellow charm ring chain, yellow living room set (Chiquita!) Lemonade Gucci shoes for my girl, it's Gucci [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My Phantom sitting on sixes, no twenties in my denim Your Cutla** motor knocking because it is a lemon I like them Georgia peaches but you look more like a lemon These sour apple bitter b**hes I'm not f**ing 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 (Gucci) [Refrain] Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts Lemonade in shade with my feet up Lemonade in shade with my feet up Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up [Verse 2: Trey Songz] Better than the rest, it's the bestest Only cause they expect nothinh lesser Everytime i rock, dont you know i put on I run the web like Spiderman and you n***as is Venom Call me radio cause that's exactly what i been on Fresh as watermelon so they sour like a lemon Looking for my baby, i'm just trying get my slim on First is on roids i been tryna get my gym on Notoriously big so she tryna get her Kim on (What come here) I ain't the one to front on Your CD is probably when n***as bring they blunt home She on that ridin you called and told her come home Put it on silent and she got a demo, here it go come on [Refrain] [Verse 3: Fabolous] Uhh, and who the hell said they was cheaper to keep Cause if you ain't getting money when you call you get the beeep She can't pick up the phone, your broke a** should leave a message And my guess is, if she never call well you get the message You like "whaaaat, you can't call nobody? I've been trying to find you like Waldo shawty" She said she bout her paper if it's there she gon' get it When the money gone she gon' be the f** gone with it Hey, I mean come on, she love Louis Vuitton Yorkie in her speedy bag that she name Milan Hair stay did like she live in a salon Her and money go hand in hand yeah like a baton I swear on a stack of holy Bible's and Qur'an's We could be the Dream team baby, Kobe and LeBron Only if you gold, I never do the bronze Cause if you could have Beyonce would you take Solange? [Refrain] [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj] I'm in a tricky little mood I trick these little dudes I tell 'em that I love 'em but I never really do See I like pretty shoes And I like pretty minx And I like site seein' The pyramids and the sphinx He cop Italian pieces so I do the fist pump And I can only push it if the trunk is in the front If the trunk is in the back, then you gotta take it back You can hit me on the jack I chat on the Mac See I am who I am Nicki M. motherf**er If she say she not a fan She a lyin' motherf**er Always shoppin' in Paris So I speak a little French Oui Oui rag-a-de Time for you to hit the bench [Refrain]