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