Lemon [MASHUP] lyrics

by

Madonna


[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
The truth will set you free
But first, it'll p*ss you off
(I tried to tell y’all about this dude)

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin’
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'
Hate supplements are found right in their couches
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'

[Interlude]
Wait, wait a minute
Shout out to them people, people
Wait, wait a minute
P-p-p-people, people
Wait, wait a minute
Mad ethnic right now

[Chorus: Rihanna]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the mothaf*ckin' digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin'
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain't a scrimmage
Mothaf*cka, we ain't finished
I told you we won't stop
A n*gga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
n*gga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin' la
Got the hazards on, only doin' five

[Verse 1: Rihanna & Pharrell Williams]
You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar'
And the truck behind me got arms
Yeah, longer than LeBron
Just waitin' for my thumb like The Fonz
Woo! This beat tastes like lunch
But it's runnin' from veneers and it's runnin' from the fronts
But everyday, hey, wasn't lemonade
I was afraid, once a n*gga graduate
Would I be okay?
So I prayed and I played
It's Rihanna, n*gga
My constellation in space
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn't chase, n*gga
n*gga, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj & (Madonna)]
Shots fire!
Anything you hear Nicki on, that's fire!
You don't hear them bums on nothing, that's fire!
Tell 'em, "catch fire"
In the Bugatti, ten grand, one tire
Ayo Madonna (Yes, Nicki?)
Mi yuh say you original, Don Dada
Inna ya Gabbana, inna all ya Prada!
We material girls, ain't nobody hotter
Pops collar!
See, I really can't relate to your Volvo
And you can't get these shoes at the Aldo
When I let a dude go, that's his loss
I was cutting them checks, I was his boss!
Yo, I don't give a F you, curse nor bless you
Never let 'em stress you, yo
I ain't a businesswoman, I'm a business, woman!
And I'm known for giving b*tches the business, woman

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Wave hello to the top
n*gga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin' la
Got the hazards on, only doin' five
You can catch me...

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
You can catch me
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute

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