Women Lie, Men Lie
by Yo Gotti

Women Lie, Men Lie
Women Lie, Men Lie
Women Lie, Men Lie
Numbers don’t lie!
(x 6)

[Yo Gotti]
Ay, step up in the party and them bad b-tches be on me,
I be sippin’ on Patrone, when Im jumpin’ out ferrari’s,
i be rocking Gucci sometimes Louie, Im retarded,
…., and the shades by Bacaray
hatin on my drop I got my mind on my money,
Milan on,… taking nothing from me,
hated on these …, hated on these….,

ballin is my hobby, damn homie going shoppin’,
got 5 star with me and …. in the lobby,
took her to the room, she hit me with that line,
she aint that type of girl so I told her stop lying,


[Lil Wayne]
Young money, yeah, ok,
I aint gotta lie, cross my heart hope to die,
the numbers don’t lie, G-5 …,
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…)

[Yo Gotti]
I’m trying to count to a billion,
my b-tch 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 aint never had sh-t,
the streets gave me family, Barry White couldnt,
aint no secret in the streets,
n-ggas know I got …,
got swagger through the roof,
I was born …,
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,
and Lear 55 with my air force ones.

Yo this your boy Yo Gotti
(Say what you want but the numbers don’t lie)
Lyrics submitted by Katie.