Artist: Yo Gotti (Feat Lil Wayne)
Album: Live From The Kitchen
Year: 2010
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[Chorus]
Women lie, men lie (lie)
Women lie, men lie (lie)
Women lie, men lie (hah, I’m Yo Gotti)
Numbers don’t lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie (Young Money!)
Women lie, men lie (aha)
Women lie, men lie (damn, ay all I see is notes)
Women lie, men lie (yeahhh)
Numbers don’t lie (chea)
Women lie, men lie (16, 16, 5, 17, 18)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie (ay Grill)
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie
[Verse 1 – Yo Gotti]
Aye, 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 rocking Gucci sometimes Louie, I’m retarded
And I’m real five shawty, but the shades by Bacaray
Hand on my scrap, I got my mind on my money
‘Cause if my mind on dine, he ain’t taking nothing from me
Headed on these choppers too, headed on these choppers too
Headed on the hood, and around cause this how much the choppers shop
Ballin’ is my hobby, damn homie going shoppin’
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
[Chorus]
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie
[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
Young Money, yeahh
Okay, I ain’t gotta 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
Shit let ’em lie as long as they ain’t snitching
Haha, and men lie about women
And shit, women lie about plenty
Huh? They 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
[Chorus]
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie
Women lie, men li
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie
[Verse 3 – Yo Gotti]
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, posting the same spot
Right here in North-North Memphis, is 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 gotten it
Got swagger through the roof, I was born with just to fit
Zip code on my wrist, phone number in the bank
In my 10 till 6, where my 305 paint
I got my 357 and my 501’s
And a Lear 55 with my air force ones no lie
[Chorus]
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don’t lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Say what you want, but the numbers don’t lie!
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