[Intro] Can't make no real decision based on emotion You especially can't make no money And I'm here to get paid [Verse 1] Sit with my son in the shade, sippin' lemonade If that's his favorite, I'll buy it I mix mine with iced tea, I let him try it If I told you I have fo' million in the bank, I'd be lyin' If I told you I was broke, you wouldn't believe me, anyways So it's a good thing I'm not, takin' pictures in the fox I remember when we used to be in here eatin' Whoppers Rollin' five homies deep, mall security would stop us 'What ya'll up to? Ay, ya'll ain't shoppin', ya'll ain't workin' Ya'll just makin' people nervous with them backpacks Size thirty-eighty jeans, and you got your hat back' That's another trademark, we was on the fast track In the midst of growin' up, memories from, like, threesome Through all the ups and downs I always felt we was gon' be somethin' At eighteen months old, through a smile, I see teeth comin' Now all he wanna drink is lemonade [Hook] Good thing it don't take much to make that It's a good thing it don't take much to make that Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze, water, sugar, lemon Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze, water, sugar, lemon [Verse 2] Just another Friday in the studio Truck ain't ready yet, just got the text from Julio Rydell Chevrolet in Northridge, yes, I did 'Aren't you Dom Kenne--?' 'Yeah, yes, I is' And I might have never blew the charts out But girls still rock my T-shirt with they hearts out Ay, and you know what I mean, player 250 a pop, them A.P.C. jeans, player Uh, I be shoppin', I ain't frontin' I could buy you what you wanted with my backpack Let me get my notepad, a pencil, or a pen Leave me in the studio I guarantee when you come in I'll be finished Cause I probably got a ticket f**in' parkin' Hate quiet neighborhoods, I'm used to hearin' dogs barkin' Kids runnin', now formula is no longer the formula Cause all he wanna drink is lemonade [Hook]