Lie To Me

[Intro] Ayo nigga, ayo Fraud These niggas always gon' be financially frustrated Till you start making music like this nigga You niggas ain't got no money, nigga Cause you niggas always got time Nigga I got money nigga I ain't got time for you niggas Holla! [Hook] That shit is all game You ain't gotta lie to me, I don't trust no ho Man you niggas is lame Why you tryna fuck with me What you niggas homo? I wake up with your mom She on E, is your bro I got what you need Man you niggas is plain You ain't gotta lie to me, they don't want you no mo [Verse 1: French Montana] You niggas piercin' yo nipples on the angel dust They say if money ain't change you, you ain't make enough Born a hustle, rap game new thing to me You niggas ain't even a quarter what you claim to be On my way to the money I don't hear a whisper You niggas flies on me, I ain't got the time homie You drive expeditions, you need recognition You want the whole world to stop and hear you rap and listen You want to be 50, you want to be Hov You try come up overnight but you niggas broke White V's, white T, white bitch slurpin' Them Coke Boys niggas working [Hook] [Verse 2] Look, when you lookin' at the city from the top, that shit is beautiful It feels good this message is so musical Never hood-bound, I get around like a hula-hoop Top down, riding 'round, that's the usual These lil niggas all in my space I would put my hands on 'em but that ain't my taste This motivation is money, my days wasn't sunny Niggas still movin' deep, charge 50 for the bunny This cocaine all in my city, might catch 'em ridin' 'round with a bad ass bitty To get flyer you gon' need more than a set of wings More fucking problems, that's where the shit is lame [Hook] [Verse 2] I don't what it is or why niggas do the things they do Like we ain't been settin' fire to booths, my whole team is the truth I advise you to get in a loop Get outta line or trust these Coke Boys to do what they do Who woulda knew that we'd be the savior of the city, if not The whole new Jeanie then the Bronx gotta feel me Firin' till they kill me, it's hard to put 'em out Extinguisher is the works of alarms ringing out Water done dried up, but I got juice if you need it That ass wipe nuts so wanna woof, believe me nigga I'm who they believe in, nigga I'm driving a Maybach and Beamers, nigga [Hook]