Lie - Yo Gotti, Lil Wayne

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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