YO GOTTI (feat. Lil Wayne) LYRICS - Women Lie, Men Lie

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Women Lie, Men Lie
Women Lie, Men Lie
Women Lie, Men Lie
Numbers don't lie!
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[Yo Gotti]
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 shit
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

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[Lil Wayne]
Young money, yeah, ok,
I aint gotta lie, cross my heart hope to die,
the 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 aint snitching,
and men lie about women,
and shit women lie about plenty,
They aint lying on me Im 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!

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(the numbers don't lie, the the numbers dont lie...)

[Yo Gotti]
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 shit
The streets gave me family, Barry White cut the check
Aint no secret in the streets, niggas 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)

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ay it's yo boy yo gotti
(Say what you want but the numbers don't lie)

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