X6
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Aye, step up in the party and them bad bitches be on me
I be sipping on Patron, when I'm jumping out Ferraris
I be rocking Gucci sometimes Louis, I'm retarded
And them rims by Asanti but the shades by Bulgari
Hand on my strap, I got my mind on my money
Got my mind on my dime
You ain't taking nothing from me
Hated on these choppers here
Hated on these choppers here
Hated on the hood now because this how much the chopper shoot
Balling is my hobby, got a hundred going shopping
Got a five star with me and I met her in the lobby
Took her to the room, she hit me with that line
Say she ain't that type of girl so I told her "Stop lying"
X6
Young Money, yeah, okay
I ain't got to lie, cross my heart hope to die
The numbers don't lie, G5, over sky
I fucked her pussy good, make her cry if I tried
But I'm tired of being sick, and I'm sick of being tired
Tired of these niggas, and tired of these bitches
But shit let them lie, long as they ain't snitching
And men lie about women and shit
Women lie about plenty
They ain't lying on me
I'm in the bed with two fine bitches lying on me
So that would make three, and numbers don't lie
And money don't lie
And neither do I
Bitch!
X6
I'm trying to count to a billion
My bitch Brazilian
Hop in that Lamb'
Push the button lose the ceiling
Sun out no raindrops
Posted in the same spot
Right here in North, North Memphis where I came from
Hundred on the neck, I ain't never had shit
The streets gave me family, Barry White cut the check
Ain't no secret in the streets
Niggas know I got it
Got swagger through the roof
I was born just to flex
Zip code on my wrist
Phone number in the bank
In my ten till six
With my 305 paint
I got my 357 and my 501s
And Lear 55 with my Air Force Ones