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[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 bitches be on me I be sippin on Patron when I’m jumpin out Ferrari’s I be rockin Gucci sometime Louie, I’m retarted And dem rims by Asanti But the shades by Bulgari Hand on my scrap I got my mind on my money i got my mind on dine and he aint takin nothing from me headed on this choppa tek headed on this choppa tek headed on a hunded round cuz thats how much the cheapest sh-t ballin is my hobby got a homie goin shoppin 5 star with me a milli in a lobby Took her to the room, she hit me wit that line Said she aint that type of girl so I told her stop lyin
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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 tryin to count to a billion, my bitch brazillian Hop in that Lamb, push the button, lose the ceiling Sun out no rain drops, postin the same spot Right here in North North Memphis Where I came from Hundred on the neck, I aint never had sh-t The streets gave me family, Barry White cut the check Aint no secret in the streets, n-ggas know I got neck Got the swagger through the roof, I was born just to flex 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 In a Lear 55 wit my Air Force One’s (NO LIE)
[Chorus] ay it’s yo boy yo gotti (Say what you want but the numbers don’t lie)