Текст: Yo Gotti. Live From The Kitchen. Women Lie, Men Lie.

[feat. Lil Wayne]

[Chorus:]
Women Lie, Men Lie
Women Lie, Men Lie
Women Lie, Men Lie
The numbers don't lie
[x6]

[Yo Gotti:]
Ay, step up in the party and them bad bitches be on me,
I be sippin on Patrone, when I'm jumpin out ferraris,
I be rocking Gucci sometimes Louie, I'm retarded,
3 oh 5 chevy, and the shades by Bacaray
Hatin on my scrap 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 a milli in the lobby,
Took her to the room, she hit me with that line,
She ain't that type of girl so I told her stop lying,

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]
Young money, yeah, ok,
I ain't 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 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 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)

[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 couldnt,
Ain't no secret in the streets,
Niggas 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 501s,
And Lear 55 with my air force ones.

[Chorus]

Yo this your boy Yo Gotti
(Say what you want but the numbers don't lie)