Lyrics Lie - Yo Gotti, Lil Wayne

Lie

Women Lie, Men Lie
Women Lie, Men Lie
Women Lie, Men Lie
Numbers don’t lie!
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
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,
(the numbers don’t lie, the the numbers dont lie…)
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)
ay it’s yo boy yo gotti
(Say what you want but the numbers don’t lie)
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