No Lie

[Verse 1]

Frail faces showing signs of rejection, you broads stressin

I guess I'm still Da Baddest yea that's what I'm guessin (uh)

Pineapple Ciroc a double shot of white

I got a bag full of money that will change up ya life

Fort Knox in the basement, gold bars forever

Lyrics turn to bars they'll remember me forever (yeah)

Short change is what I call them broads

I got acres in my crib, book these shows on my lawn

Red Eye flights, Miami here I come

I only fornicate with bread cause that money make me cum

See that villa out in Cali, mansion on the mountain

I slide this pussy on him call it slidin down the mountain (uh)

Pussy whipped but all I see is the crown, stiletto Louboutins, Hermes gown

You bum bitches don't make a sound cause when my flight touch ground I shut yo whole city down

You hoes wanted to rap, I wanted to shop

So I sat in the trap and I cooked up the blocks

Made blocks squares, now I'm pushin a yacht

To mansion with spiral stairs, to a Palm Beach out in Laud (yeah)

(Huh) I gotta whole lotta everything, never married but a whole lotta wedding rings

From rappers and ball players that smelt the g-string

Groupie niggas who I turned household names

Street bitch and I been bout money

If I had to be honest I don't need this rap money

Cause the pussy gone sell more than rap show money

Fuck I need a pimp for CEOing my money (preach)

(Yeah) and you a rap bitch dummy, and a lil dick nigga can't do nothing for me

And I still don't know nann bitch who can come for me

These bum ass bitches Kevin Hart mad funny

[Hook x10]

No Lie!

[Verse 2]

I'm the shit don't push me I get ruthless

Stashed burner on deck where the coupe is

I ain't hard to find, you hoes can come and meet me

I am always in the press I am "Hip-Hop Weekly"

(Mid-Mid) Middle finger blowing smoke to the Paps

A couple mill you'll get a photo of my crotch

No panties, no sweat and it's wet

Me and you no phones fucking on a closed set

[Hook x9]

No Lie!