Don't Lie

[Chorus x3] Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie Say what you want but the pockets don't lie [Verse 1] Okay you know the name, so you know the drill Ain't singing candy rain, but I'm so for real You know like my love do you ever dream of Candy coated rain drops pouring down high loves? Ha and I'm all about my Gualas Even though they say more money more problems But I don't picture me going on no job hunt Money piling up now that's something to be proud of Ha yeah I'm killing 'em, but it's not my fault Cause I've been on my grind, ha Tony Hawk And them rims are 28's, martial fuck My lyrics murdering niggas I need to write a chalk [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] I'm on Patron and hypnotic, this Gucci on my body And I'm big big dripping and dipping Kawasaki Got more kicks than karate, than your son Mr. Miyagi I'm hotter than wasabi, bet bet better yet Mojave I'm all about my money so my cash never fold They be like why you shitting on 'em? Cause I'm a asshole Everywhere I go I be followed by six hoes And my checks got a one comma followed by six 0's Women lie, men lie, go ahead touch it Money talking if you ain't talking big bucks hush it, up Duck, cause I'm blowing up Pockets off that muscle milk, boy they swole as fuck [Chorus x2]