Yo Gotti - Women Lie, Men LieLyrics

[Chorus: x6] 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 retarded 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 ain't takin' nothing from me Hand is on this choppa tek Hand is on this choppa tek Hand is on a hundred round cause thats how much the choppa shoot Ballin' is my hobby got a hundred goons shoppin' Gotta 5 star with me and i met her in the lobby Took her to the room, she hit me wit' that line Said she ain't that type of girl so I told her stop lyin' [Chorus: x6] Young money! yeah! OK, I ain't gotta lie, cross my heart hope to die, If numbers don't lie, G-5 over sky, I fucked her pussy good, make her cry if I tried, 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, And men lie about women, And shit women lie about plenty, huh They ain't lying on me I'm in the bed with 2 fine bitches lying on me, So that would make 3 and numbers don't lie, And money don't lie, And neither do I, Bitch! [Chorus] (the numbers don't lie, the the numbers don't lie) I'm tryin' to count to a billion, my bitch Brazilian 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 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 next 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 3-0-5 paint I got my 3-5-7 and my 5-0-1'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)