Lemonade
Internet Money Don Toliver Roddy Ricch Lyrics
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College girls, give a nigga head in my Rafs (ooh)
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
These bitches, they hate, and you can't miss what you never had, hey, hey
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice)
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missin' (yeah)
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Why? (Yeah-yeah-yeah) why?
Why you wanna waste my time?
I can tell you really hate your life
Bitch, your watch the same as mine
(Oh, yeah) I can't relate
Designer frames, I'm blind today
(Oh, oh) I'm never late
The money callin', you needed space
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag (ooh)
College girls, give a nigga head in my Rafs (ooh)
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
These bitches, they hate, and you can't miss what you never had, hey, hey
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice)
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missin' (ooh)
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Yeah, this codeine got me trippin' (codeine got me trippin')
Wish it was over, I've been rollin' for a minute
I got the broad, she want the ménage inside the pla-a-ace
Sixty-eight charger, duckin' the laws, I might do the race
I like to ride in my new bag and I got a new bitch in my lap
Counting up the blue strips with two straps, yeah, yeah
Huh, slide in the Lambo', I slide in the Porsches
Check my garage, I got too many choices (too many)
Walk around, got a couple mills stuffed in my bag
Stripper hoes all in my Rolls, shakin' they ass (huh)
We just ran a tab up at Nobu
You said that you never got high, I'ma show you
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls, give a nigga head in my Rafs (ooh)
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
The bitches, they hate, and you can't miss what you never had, hey, hey
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me tripping (juice)
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missin' (ooh)
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Hey, yeah, yeah
The lyrics to "Lemonade" by Internet Money, Don Toliver, and Roddy Ricch describe a life of excess and luxury. The first verse describes the trappings of wealth, with references to drugs, cars, and designer clothing. The line "Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh" suggests that the singer has so much money that it seems absurd.
The chorus uses the metaphor of ice and lemonade to describe the singer's jewelry ("my neck was drippin'"). The line "Off the juice, codeine got me trippin'" suggests that the singer is using drugs to cope with the pressures of their extravagant lifestyle.
The second verse takes a darker turn, with the singer questioning why someone would want to waste their time hating on them. The line "Bitch, your watch the same as mine" suggests that the singer sees their haters as jealous of their success, but ultimately insignificant. The verse ends with the assertion that the singer is "never late" and always has money coming in, while their haters need space.
Overall, "Lemonade" is a braggadocious song about the luxuries and excesses of the hip-hop lifestyle, but also suggests that this lifestyle can be isolating and comes with its own pressures and problems.
Line by Line Meaning
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag (ooh)
I have a lot of money and can afford luxury items like Xanax and a car with suicide doors, and I just got a brand new bag.
College girls, give a nigga head in my Rafs (ooh)
I attract young college-aged women, and they perform sexual acts on me while I am wearing my designer Raf Simons shoes.
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
I live a lavish lifestyle and make a lot of money from my career as a musician.
These bitches, they hate, and you can't miss what you never had, hey, hey
Some women are envious of my success and lifestyle, but they don't understand that they've never experienced it themselves.
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice)
I'm high on drugs like codeine and it's affecting my perception of reality.
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missin' (yeah)
I recently bought a sports car, and woke up to find the roof is gone, likely from a wild night of partying.
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
I have expensive jewelry on my neck that is so flashy and intricate, it looks like it's dripping.
Why? (Yeah-yeah-yeah) why?
Why are you even bothering to waste my time and energy?
Why you wanna waste my time?
Why are you trying to take advantage of my career success and free time?
I can tell you really hate your life
You seem miserable and jealous of my success and lifestyle, which is why you want to waste my time.
Bitch, your watch the same as mine
You are trying to keep up with me, but you could never match my level of wealth and success.
(Oh, yeah) I can't relate
I can't understand or connect with your jealousy and negativity towards me.
Designer frames, I'm blind today
I'm wearing expensive designer glasses, but I still can't see or understand why you're being so negative towards me.
(Oh, oh) I'm never late
I'm always on time and ready to go, especially when it comes to making money and advancing my career.
The money callin', you needed space
I'm getting a lot of opportunities and money, and you are just taking up space and wasting my time and energy.
Yeah, this codeine got me trippin' (codeine got me trippin')
I'm so high on codeine that I am experiencing hallucinations and losing touch with reality.
Wish it was over, I've been rollin' for a minute
I'm getting tired of being high and wish the drug's effects would wear off.
I got the broad, she want the ménage inside the pla-a-ace
I have a woman who wants to have a threesome with me and someone else in a private place.
Sixty-eight charger, duckin' the laws, I might do the race
I own a 1968 Dodge Charger and have to evade the police because I may break the law by speeding in it.
I like to ride in my new bag and I got a new bitch in my lap
I'm riding in my new luxury car and have a new woman who is with me, likely for sex.
Counting up the blue strips with two straps, yeah, yeah
I'm counting thousands of dollars in cash, which are held together by blue rubber bands.
Huh, slide in the Lambo', I slide in the Porsches
I can afford to own multiple luxury cars such as Lamborghinis and Porsches.
Check my garage, I got too many choices (too many)
I have so many cars that I can't decide which one to drive sometimes.
Walk around, got a couple mills stuffed in my bag
I'm walking around with a couple million dollars in cash stuffed in my bag.
Stripper hoes all in my Rolls, shakin' they ass (huh)
I have strippers in my Rolls Royce, and they are dancing and shaking their body parts.
We just ran a tab up at Nobu
I just spent a lot of money paying for a large meal at a fancy restaurant called Nobu.
You said that you never got high, I'ma show you
You claimed to never get high before, so I'm going to give you drugs so you can experience it for yourself.
The bitches, they hate, and you can't miss what you never had, hey, hey
Some women are envious of my success and lifestyle, but they don't understand that they've never experienced it themselves.
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me tripping (juice)
I'm high on drugs like codeine and it's affecting my perception of reality.
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missin' (ooh)
I recently bought a sports car, and woke up to find the roof is gone, likely from a wild night of partying.
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
I have expensive jewelry on my neck that is so flashy and intricate, it looks like it's dripping.
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
I have expensive jewelry on my neck that is so flashy and intricate, it looks like it's dripping.
Hey, yeah, yeah
A repeated vocalization to emphasize the overall message of the song: living the rockstar lifestyle, including money, drugs, and a lack of connection with those who don't understand it.
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alexander Wigdale, Caleb Toliver, Donny Flores, Elias Iatrou, Gabriel Snodgrass Jr., Henry Nichols, Jocelyn Donald, John Mitchell, Navraj Goraya, Nicholas Mira, Rodrick Moore, Sergio Kitchens
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