^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 b-tches 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 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 ain't snitching, And men lie about women, And sh-t women lie about plenty, They ain't lying on me I'm 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, B-tch! ^Chorus (The numbers don't lie, the the numbers don't 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 ain't never had sh-t, The streets gave me family, Barry White couldnt, Ain't 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 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)