[Chorus] Women Lie, Men Lie Women Lie, Men Lie Women Lie, Men Lie Numbers don’t lie! (x 6)
[Yo Gotti] Ay, step up in the party and them bad b-tches be on me, I be sippin’ on Patrone, when Im jumpin’ out ferrari’s, i be rocking Gucci sometimes Louie, Im retarded, …., and the shades by Bacaray hatin on my drop I got my mind on my money, Milan on,… taking nothing from me, hated on these …, hated on these….,
ballin is my hobby, damn homie going shoppin’, got 5 star with me a milli in the lobby, took her to the room, she hit me with that line, she aint that type of girl so I told her stop lying,
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[Lil Wayne] Young money, yeah, ok, I aint gotta lie, cross my heart hope to die, the numbers don’t lie, G-5 over sky, I f-cked her p-ssy good, make her cry if I tried, I’m tired of being sick and I’m sick of being tired, tired of these n-ggas and tired of these b-tches, sh-t let em lie as long as they aint snitching, and men lie about women, and sh-t women lie about plenty, They aint lying on me Im in the bed with 2 fine b-tches lying on me, so that would make 3 and numbers don’t lie, and money don’t lie, and neither do I, B-tch!
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(the numbers don’t lie, the the numbers dont lie…)
[Yo Gotti] I’m trying to count to a billion, my b-tch Brazilian, hop in that Lamb, push the button lose the ceiling, sun out no raindrops, posting the same spot, right here in north north memphis, is where I came from, hundred on the neck, I aint never had sh-t, the streets gave me family, Barry White couldnt, aint no secret in the streets, n-ggas know I got …, got swagger through the roof, I was born …, zip code on my wrist, phone number in the bank, in my ten til six with my 305 paint I got my 357 and my 501’s, and Lear 55 with my air force ones.