Lie 2 Kick It

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick In the club with a padded bra Y'all some little titty lyin' bitches Damn, hundred dollars on that green dot Spraypainted on them Red Bottoms Old ass Louis bag That ain't a purse, that's a computer bag Fraud bitch with a fraud nigga In line for them Js at the mall nigga Ridin' 'round with no petrol How you make that iPhone on Metro Where you get a Louis belt made in Mexico? Twitter hashtag, #BitchYouReallyBroke Now all these bitches gotta book a nympho Don't act, don't sing, don't model [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it You's a real bitch or real nigga Then you ain't gotta lie to kick it You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it Fake niggas and fake bitches Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it [Verse 2: Kid Ink] You ain't gotta lie though You know I got a thing for mulattos Just follow the car with the Forgiatos Bitch I only give my number to the Lotto I ain't got no time for the model shit So promiscuous, Nelly Furtado Just tryna have a little fun, don't miss out One more shot better bring the real bitch out I don't really care about your history Nah you ain't gotta act like a mystery I'm the real, tell a fake nigga miss me Burn rubber on them niggas like Penske Lyin' 'bout your life that I'm living, simply Woke up in a dream with two bitches tryna pinch me I just get between 'em like parenthesis Put 'em out their misery, parental advisory Nigga please [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it You's a real bitch or real nigga Then you ain't gotta lie to kick it You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it Fake niggas and fake bitches Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it [Verse 3: Bricc Baby] You ain't gotta like to kick it Fake ass, fake titties, yeah I'm fuckin' with you Oh you Beyoncé? Now you independent? But you sold your food stamps for some Gucci slippers Bitch stop lyin', make your ass shake If you a stripper, be a stripper for the bands' sake Now she runnin' 'round town with my band, mane Bandcamp, Bat Gang, yeah them bands straight Boy you know you lyin', you ain't killed nobody You rockin' fake Trues, fake Gucci and Versace Yeah you Lil Scrappy, you don't want the problems I'm a Crip, no father, we can get it poppin' [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it You's a real bitch or real nigga Then you ain't gotta lie to kick it You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it Fake niggas and fake bitches Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it