I Ain't Gonna Lie

(الألبوم: Casino Life 2: Brown Bag Legend - 2015)

[Hook:]
And I ain't gonna lie
You be smoking, I be drinking, I ain't gonna lie
I just need some bad bitches, I ain't gonna lie
We ain't every had shit, I ain't gonna lie
Wallahi we made it, I ain't gonna lie
(I ain't lying) I ain't gonna lie
I say, I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie
I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie
I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie
I ain't gonna lie

[Lil Wayne:]
I see all my home boys here, so let me put my gun up
Price on ya head, where do I get rung up?
I be with scumbags, all about that humbug
While niggas saving hoes like dun, dun, dun, dun, dun
Choke ya ass with nunchuks, trunk full of blum blums
Young Money, young guns, heroes, unsung
Give that bitch pom poms, touch down my nigga
Sitting on my money, a junk pile my nigga
Don't come 'round my niggas, don't come 'round my nigga
We ballin, never commend dumb fouls my nigga
We been hussling since Mike Tyson Punch Out my nigga
Feds listening, okay, that's enough about my niggas
Yeah, sipping on a little suming suming, mind ya business
Got these hoes waiting while I'm doing calisthenics
And she give me head while her lips moving a mile a minute
And that bitch you kissing on just came out the clinic, I ain't lying
Nigga I ain't finished, smoking on that good weed
What's that cent not a penny
Montana, corleone, Capone got admitted
I can't show 'em how I do it, now only how I did it
Lil Tunechi

[Hook]

My dogs stick together like new money
Getting new money before the blue money
From the grave to the charts, shorty ass in the front
Rose from the ashes, she flicking the blunt
Talking roof of the trunk, skip school, Ferris Bueller
Hop out with the Smith & Wesson, don't front
Shorty dying for the money and the jewels, lord
Put diamonds in the sole of her shoes, lord
Had a dream about a dream, suit to the sewer
I ain't count days, let my days counting truly
All I wanted was a space ship chain dangle
No money in her pocket, fucked her on the pool table
Wash my sins while I'm washing money
Talking shit, yeah nigga, fish tale of the fishscale
Ray Charles all black big versace shades
Malcolm X double up, yeah nigga, domino
Put the plan in motion, tints say I'm ghosting
Twat, tanning lotion, yacht, Atlantic ocean
Straight to his head, talking Reggie Miller shit
Run up on ya yacht on the water, Captain Phillips shit
We be smoking on some water shit
Swinging iron Golf of Mexico drug dealership (Haaan!)

[Hook]