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INTERNET MONEY Video (MV)




Performed By: JOAKESY
Language: English
Length: 1:29
Written by: Jake Oakes




JOAKESY - INTERNET MONEY Lyrics




Internet money, I can't get into that
I'm in the whip, it's a Cullinan huh
Outside whip lookin' like it's lemonade, wait till I show her the interior, huh
She a good dancer, she spin around it told her put her head up where her body is, uh
Told her I'm not with monotonous shit, I'm bout to sip straight drop in this bitch

Hope you weren't thinking 'bout trying it
She got good head and she dyin' her shit
Third eyes open, I'm eyein' it
She a lil' witch like Hermoine, kid
I'm dripped down in Armani
I'm off Labatt, not a Heineken
She keep on tryin' I told her be honest, I just wanna keep it in private

If we fly in a jet, we go private
Yeah, she wanna Cayman, I'm not from the islands
She wanna eat me like a diet
Want all my secrets lately she been prying
Yeah, I'm in the sky with Orion
How am I fly without tryin'
Like, f*ck all the birds, I know they been stalkin' I swear that that shit outta pocket

Internet money, I can't get into that
I'm in the whip, it's a Cullinan huh
Outside whip lookin' like it's lemonade, wait till I show her the interior, huh
She a good dancer, she spin around it told her put her head up where her body is, uh
Told her I'm not with monotonous shit, I'm bout to sip straight drop in this bitch
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Internet money, I can't get into that
I'm in the whip, it's a Cullinan huh
Outside whip lookin' like it's lemonade, wait till I show her the interior, huh
She a good dancer, she spin around it told her put her head up where her body is, uh
Told her I'm not with monotonous shit, I'm bout to sip straight drop in this bitch

Hope you weren't thinking 'bout trying it
She got good head and she dyin' her shit
Third eyes open, I'm eyein' it
She a lil' witch like Hermoine, kid
I'm dripped down in Armani
I'm off Labatt, not a Heineken
She keep on tryin' I told her be honest, I just wanna keep it in private

If we fly in a jet, we go private
Yeah, she wanna Cayman, I'm not from the islands
She wanna eat me like a diet
Want all my secrets lately she been prying
Yeah, I'm in the sky with Orion
How am I fly without tryin'
Like, f*ck all the birds, I know they been stalkin' I swear that that shit outta pocket

Internet money, I can't get into that
I'm in the whip, it's a Cullinan huh
Outside whip lookin' like it's lemonade, wait till I show her the interior, huh
She a good dancer, she spin around it told her put her head up where her body is, uh
Told her I'm not with monotonous shit, I'm bout to sip straight drop in this bitch
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Writer: Jake Oakes
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