Rihanna, Drake, N.E.R.D. - Lemon

[Pharrell Williams:]
The truth will set you free,
But first, it'll piss you off.

Hate! Bad bitches wanna be my bae.
Hate! Hunt me down like the C.I.A.
Hate! Side of my car, tryna see my face.
Hate! Want me to beat it like the T.I. case.
Oh, hate! And if it's heated, I'ma feed my face.
Hate! And best believe, it's gon' be outrageous.
Hate! Hatin' niggas can't believe my race.
Hate! Niggas hit you with the Eli face, oh!
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin',
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin',
Scrunchin' their eyes with your name in their mouth, and
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'.

Hate! You keep askin' me where I'm from.
Hate! About the borders and, "Did I run?"
Hate! Keep askin' how I feel 'bout guns.
Hate! There's a light and dark army, which side you choose? Oh!
Hate! If not now, then when?
Hate! And if not me, then who?
Hate! Don't drink the Kool-Aid, my friends.
Hate! I tried to tell y'all about this dude.
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin',
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin',
Hate supplements are found right in their couches,
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'.

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.

[Rihanna:]
I get it how I live it,
I live it how I get,
Count the mothafuckin' 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,
Mothafucka, we ain't finished!
I told you we won't stop,
A nigga 'bouta business,
Like yours, but you rent it.
Wave hello to the top,
Nigga, 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, 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 nigga graduate,
Would I be okay?
So I prayed and I played.
It's Rihanna, nigga,
My constellation in space!
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn't chase, nigga!

[Pharrell Williams:]
Nigga, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face!
Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face!
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face!
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face!
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face!
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face!
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face!
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face!
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face!

I get it how I live it,
I live it how I get,
Count the mothafuckin' 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,
Mothafucka, we ain't finished!
I told you we won't stop,
A nigga 'bouta business,
Like yours, but you rent it.
Wave hello to the top,
Nigga, 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...

Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'...

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!